Postcard Poems: Untamed Heart

You can't take pictures of nature
You can, but how does a picture
capture the majesty of the outdoors?
A picture is beauty removed from experience
you had to be there.
You had to feel and hear and taste and smell it.
Nature is a full body experience
gifted us by our ancestors.
You can't take pictures of the past,
only the right now
which quickly fades
behind.

January 15, 2012

I have a confession:
I want you to break my heart
and prove to me this thing called love.
Because I feel it.
Burning.
Somewhere deep in my chest
waiting for release.
This Pandora's box contains a sun
that I want to shine
that I want to incinerate this tragic body.
Once I've been overwhelmed
with the fury of a newborn star,
I'll be left holding the shards
of the fragile container
lucky enough to have housed
such brilliance.
I want you to break my heart
and set free the sweetness
I've been holding back
like candy from a piñata.
The act of release is violent
but it makes it rain
so others may find joy.

Pasta Sauce

I am pregnant,
waiting to give birth
to the Love holding me and tethering me
to a future unforseen.
I feed it from an umbilical
fastened of heartstrings.
Greater and lesser loves exuded
as radiance
in the simple act of a smile.
I am pregnant,
waiting to give birth,
the Seed that was implanted in me
fertilized with warm thoughts

Postcard Poems: EtOH

EtOH
I would find you
all the more intoxicating
if I removed but two letters