Poetry
Story undressed
Naked and vulnerable
Liquor without mix
Can you feel the burn?
Fear biting your heels
Run fast in to the darkness
You won’t get out
Love
Blindly swirling in to
Heartache
Pouring pain
Rape Race Sexuality Religion
Grotesque Dark Sweaty Promise
Power Pride Commitment Hope
Uncomfortable
No clothing to hide behind
Poetry undressed
~Alisa Hutton
Consumed by the complexities of our days the struggle to connect increasingly burdened
Souls tethered by connection seemingly pulled apart by the unimportant matters of life
We walk silently in the forest seeking ground to bind our individual notes
I feel the anger rise in me as I allow myself to see those who have stepped in ill faith leaving intended holes
Her eyes speak
Swallowed by the same monsters simply wearing different clothes
Love and fire throw us to the ground, Winter Solstice reminding us of growth
Today our animals feed
Feasting in passion with the earth on our backs, bodies pressed our sweat intermingled in wet flow
The roar of our raw nature the only peace we need to know
We met in the forest
We are tethered souls
~Alisa Hutton
When she goes silent, you need to listen
Find her in a dusted corner
Blinds drawn
A room for one
Black and white with broken wings
Her words her mind, unspoken her heart
Darkness, struggle and ferocity will shake you in prose
Inner depths echo only in her eyes
Silent
She screams to be heard, never held
Find her heart and warm it carefully
When she goes silent, you need to listen
~Alisa Hutton
Life’s misconception
Death creeps in to our soul taking hold in the shadows of our night, darkness
A thirsty and unannounced fog that rolls over us in toxic devour, swallowed
Such delusion.
Death is;
Silently announced at birth with our arrival
We all know yet none of us dare utter “welcome child, live well, die better”
Good form of the socially polished adorn birth with silver and plaster smiles
Never to speak of such discomforts such as limited time
After all if we speak of death we may invite it closer
Lean in. Listen. Hear. Shout. Understand.
You will depart
Death is the last name we all share
Welcome my brothers and sisters
Death is the commonality of our family tree
Death is not a secret or a toxin of devout proportions, nor kept in the shadows of our night
It does not search out in thirst or darkness, mine or yours
Death is a gift of knowing that we all seem to ignore
Simply telling us
Live well and love a little more
~Alisa Hutton
Simply beautiful
She walked an edge of life naked to the masses
A quiet smile, a constant flicker of depth in her eyes
Little spoken and much observed
Soft warmth of a gentle breeze with the sun on her back
The pride of life experienced, sprinkled with struggles wrapped in gratitude
A heart filled with love, a mind full of mazes
As simple as a child, as complicated as she wishes
Dimensions, doors and secret places that lead to the complexities of a genuine soul
Simply beautiful
~Alisa Hutton
When did I forget?
Where in between knowing how to roar and pounce with ferocity did I start to bow to what was dumped on my shore
When did I stop kicking the garbage aside and let it burrow in my heart, that shit, nothing but genetic folklore
Who handed over the gift of my worth and desire like weightless confetti thrown effortlessly, just as ignorance breathes nonsense
At what God forsaken turn did I believe what I was told rather than what my intuition knows?
When did I roll over on my back and let life happen, lose my laughter, spice and interest
Who let me, why did they let me, who was cheering for me, did they not see me go
Get up
Stand up
Stop looking down
You and me
We’re meant for so much more
-Belonging
By Alisa Hutton
Cosmic reunions
Sacred Renewals
Held as the sun rose
Entwined in its set
Lapping waves
Quietly felt understanding and gentle respect
I heard the taps and felt the pangs
Darkness came in the middle of our night
Silencing the stillness of breath
Twin flames
A chosen road
The true essence of our deepest heart
A shared walk, finding the light in the darkness of our night
~Alisa Hutton
My heart was reminded of love this morning, perspective
Little grains of hurt scattered on an open shore
Hurt is nothing more than a single particle of sand, insignificant to the whole
Standing back with a broadened lens we can see the ocean, open sky and so much more
Love always has perspective and courage
If it doesn’t
Maybe it is just another grain on your shore
~Alisa Hutton
Need- require (something) because it is essential or very important
I think we call it love
~Alisa Hutton
The disability of ego
Sincere hearts kept at arm’s length
Walls built
Who is right and who is wrong
Protective bricks to appear strong
Is compassion and open nature for the weakest of souls
Or is our ego filling spaces needed to grow
In anger and silence we polish our pride
Suffocating connection in an effort to hide
The disability of ego will always try to win
An open heart, my chosen kin
~Alisa Hutton
