Friday, October 30, 2015

Belonging

is not something forced 
or imagined. 
It is a feeling of safety 
without nets. 

~

RNH

escape

night envelops
gathers the mind in a basket
lifts to the moon...

~

RNH

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Jeweled

The fog blurs the vision
Objects hover in the distance
Spherical gems, Faberge
Jeweled eggs of memories
I've taken hammers to
Because I'd rather have clarity
Than any fictitious beauty
Because I'm better off now
Than I ever was loved
By you.

~

RNH

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

humming reminisce

pin-drop fingertip tapped lovingly
reminded you of a song
you once knew. 

~

RNH

Headshot

oh, crest of close scrutiny
please break, please acquiesce
to the repeated, humbled
requests, from shoulders stooped
from praying
to be unyoked 
from you. 

~

RNH

Monday, October 26, 2015

coil, gray

there is a constant desire
to curl
to regress from feeling and surroundings
spurn, to centipede-like
wrap myself tighter
into a coil
of silence
I keep folding
and unfolding 
where it hurts.

~

RNH

Sunday, October 25, 2015

archangel

standing on the top 
of the neon-lit
wheel, she 
tilted
her arms wide
ready
for the fall that angels
revel in...

~

RNH

commas

a wave
they spill and dive
across the sky, a cloud
of commas tornado and take
flight...

~

RNH

cat-food breath

he'll rub his little
triangle
face against yours
in case you
wondered what he had
for dinner.

~

RNH

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

buckets

spilling over, the remainder
from so many buckets kicked
over sideways
littered emotions, balled up
tumbleweed in opposite
directions
the contents, not
worth saving.

~

RNH

coward

I have many words for you.  
None of which 
make me proud. 

~

RNH

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Love Truly

Love truly
Requires you to let go
Of the very person you
Long to hold the most.

~

RNH

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Twain

There is always a fascination
between the object
and the painter. 
If not, there would be no need 
for canvas 
to separate the pair. 

~

RNH

the feathered sort

rearranging feathers,
a decadent ballroom
dress, tiers
spilling from waist
to floor, rustles
with the impatience of lovely
infatuation
preens herself
in the tawny gaze of the adored. 

~

RNH

bookends

emotions wobble without bookends
threatening to tumble from 
off their shelves. 

~

RNH

Open Letter

Dear singular black lamppost
that I almost hit, but didn't,
Thank you for not moving.
For representing the obstacles
that will always be in our lives, 
the things we must confront
and persevere through...

Dear grocery store clerk,
Thank you for putting the heavy
boxes of kitty litter into my cart.
Not that I am not 
capable of carrying my own stuff, but kindness
is strength...

Dear tiny yappy dog at the vet clinic,
It is okay. 
And thank you for reminding me
that we all get freaked out and nervous
sometimes. 
And sometimes our fears are more precarious
than the circumstances...

Dear spectacular sunset,
Wow. And thank you for slowing 
down the time for just
a minute.
Thank you for the comfort
in your colors.  

Dear overwhelming flood of grief,
We must learn to coexist. 
I will hold you through the darkness, if we
can both make the light,
at the end. 

Dear spiral of universe,
I am so amazed by what I see
and hear and feel at times, that I hesitate
to tell you...
I am afraid that nothing I create
will ever suffice...
Here is a beginning. 
A small prayer in the appending
of pen to paper...
A reconciliation. 
This is my
open letter...

~

RNH

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

scathe

the loneliness feels corrosive
scrapes at the shoulders
and knees
of my faith

~

RNH

Friday, October 9, 2015

carved star

if the stars swirled in my inscriptions,
I would write for you whole galaxies. 

~

RNH

self-image

the need for reinvention
took slow turns at intersections
years unhinged from forced labels
desiring only choice
and quiet. 

~

RNH

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

drawn seaward

when did gaze become
such an undercurrent
a riptide
drawing
the flukes of my anchors.

~

RNH

Monday, October 5, 2015

author, i

i am already writing your story
more than you have ever lived.

~

RNH

The Boot

a boot
pressed into the bar chair
makes it easy to remember why
i (push)
do not come here.

~

RNH

scope

a crowd full
of cymbals, crashing
voices raising, exasperated
reprimands and laughter
the clink of scoop to ice
into glasses
and a cash register--
all these peripheral
to you.

~

RNH

futball

Football
Football
Football
A boulder crashing
In your cup of tea.

~

RNH

Thursday, October 1, 2015

uphold

the house fell
without any structure
to uphold it
you stood waiting for the roof to cave
instead of rebuilding.

~

RNH