It Is

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It is

The story you tell in your comfortable silence

Quiet glances that needn’t any words

Your thoughts now, respectfully honored and heard

It is

The glass of water that arrived before we knew how great our thirst

A shared breeze, side by side, our toes warmly folded in the sand

How perfect it is, cherished unplanned time while we gently hold hands

It is

Deeply closing our eyes because we are no longer blind

That laugh we shared, I kept a little for later

My confession; it makes me smile when it dances across my mind

It is

Exactly as we are

Exactly how we feel

The treasures we will find

If I am me and you are you

Imagine the beautiful possibilities of a world  so genuine and true

~Alisa Hutton

Love Is

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Love is not waiting in time

A well-rehearsed dance, a jockeying of hope to be regarded in kind

It is not a recipe with purchased ingredients of those sour experiences trapped in our mind

There are no walls or impenetrable spaces, our hearts never to be kept in closely guarded cases

Love is alive in moments and space

Captured in good faith and held with genuine regard

Even when bravery and vulnerability feel so incredibly hard

To feel without measure and show up with respectful intentions

Learning through eyes and hearing what is not always spoken

Trusting we are here to nurture, never to leave another broken

Exchanges of deepening glances regardless of historical weather

Valuing care and touch, painting connection with the lightness of a feather

An awareness to honor a heart you love with precious hold

Never waiting in time, knowing it is rare and bold

~Alisa Hutton

Seasons

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Cold winds that blew through your deepest chambers

How you longed for genuine warmth

Icy droplets that bit at your light falling from never-ceasing grey skies

The tap of consciousness reminding you, mind who you invite to your table in good nature

The freeze that arrived that one night hardening your most precious vulnerabilities

You hear the echo of the dull thud of your soul as it hit the floor, followed by your needed wake

Yesterday, I sat in a moment

Warm winds gently blowing

The afternoon sun warming my face

Sand between my toes, the waves lapping the tides in their unique chime

Breathing in the salt air, the ocean whispered in its unique filling way

Trust yours seasons as they brought you here

Today

~Alisa Hutton

A Poet’s Capture

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A poet’s capture

Such good fortune bestowed upon me

Absorbing her story in perfect sway

Graciously spoken through her deepened eyes

Subtleties tapping on your soul with an almost contagious delight

So curious to me in the most poetic ways

To watch her spirit bounce with life and flutter in stride

I wished for just a moment I could have gently held it in my hands for her to see

The magic and light she naturally shared with me

The ripples of laughter that she couldn’t keep in

How it made her eyes dance and all around her seemingly spin

I wonder if she knows how brightly the stars shine by her side

Or that the moon and her glow in even pride

A true gift

A poet’s capture, my simple write

A fortunate evening

With a genuine light

~Alisa Hutton

A Wrinkle On My Soul

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A wrinkle on my soul

There is no pressing it new to adorn even lines and flat conformity

I cannot, will not, have it streamed and hung to appear as when it was born

Creased in time and life, words and love that have ripped and bloomed remind me all that has been torn can also be sewn

 

A wrinkle on my soul

I once tried to wear new clothes and hide my less than perfect form

I cannot, will not, wear the dress society has made the norm

Creased in time and life, my lines are here to remind me what you and I feel is our style, unique our own

A wrinkle on my soul

Dress it with pride knowing it is the reflection

Of a life

Honestly worn

~Alisa Hutton

Today

 

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Walk barefoot and feel the grass under your feet

Let every blade caress you, it will share a story in delicate brush

Pause for just one moment, close your eyes

Inhale deeply, let the air sing its beautiful song

Look in someone’s eyes and truly see them, let yourself feel their soul

Human connection is our invitation to dance, take my hand and I’ll show you how to move in flow

Stop time by standing still, let just one moment be and see the magic you will find

Be curious, wander as you wish, I assure you the greatest treasures are always found in an open mind

Today

No different from any other

Simply our good fortune to discover

Beauty and love in our most genuine ways

~Alisa Hutton

Right Now

Right Now

A relaxed state of knowing

My body slides in to the chair, an inexplicably comfortable intuition

One of the legs seems to wobble, maybe the floor just isn’t a fit?

Perhaps, this imperfection is simply a reminder that imperfect is the right fit?

This is where I am to be seated, a moment in time

1:11 as I glance at my watch

Sensual aromatics, freshly ground coffee and spiced tea drift across my senses, memories warming on plates passing by

Allowing my gaze to wander I look through the window, the pane perfectly weathered to tell her story

Restless time, history, comfort in a solid foundation and a fresh renewed purpose

Old wooden ears that have heard it all, it is her frame

Glass eyes that have seen decades of curious onlookers who have wandered in and out, it is her window

The frame and pane different in their purpose, yet that purpose lost without support and synchronicity

Time allows for clear reflection

The sky dripping an incredible blue, drenched and wide open, the white clouds perfectly placed to outline the magnificence of today

Such a simple moment in time, such incredible beauty

How am I to imagine that I was to be anywhere else

Now that I have seen

Right now

~Alisa Hutton

My Shadow

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Day after day it came

I grieved

I asked for it to stop

I prayed, no begged, please

Day after day it came

I grieved

I asked if not for it to stop then just a break

I prayed, no begged, please

I grieved

One tired day

I could not pray, I could not beg

I sat in my shadow, just me in my darkness

With my grief that wouldn’t go away

Without notice

Without command

Without direction

Grief gently floated away

My whole heart, the only thing that came to visit me today

~Alisa Hutton

Wide Open

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It isn’t my place

No plan or hope for a connection that I wish to keep

My table seats few

The spirits poured of particular character and taste, the company never cheap

Arms wide open

I am not sure your ego has allowed you to remove your blinders and fully come to see

My wing span now

The simple reflection that I have set myself free

No longer do I stand to extend myself to you in trust and good faith

See my eyes, hear my lack of words

Your delusions of me have been neatly left at the door

My respect for you sharply stuck in my back and the reality

I was always just an acquaintance

Nothing more

~Alisa Hutton

Unfortunate Ways

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Spirit

The seat of emotions and character; the soul

Did you hear it speak to you once

Delivered through my eyes, breathing love in to your own

Were you aware the extension was scary, did you know my heart trembled in fear

Vulnerability, not something I was fed from birth

Shame and anger more often near

Did you notice when I was brave and took a path I did not know

Was my warmth and sincerity felt

My thoughts and feelings; special should always be respected in truth and care

Did it make you feel as though you’d never stand alone

I walk away gently and with clarity as I close the door

The only sadness I carry with me is the cost I had to pay

I seemingly have lost my spirit

In the most unfortunate way

~Alisa Hutton