The dance between dusty thoughts and childlike giggles
Dark skies while sipping on my pain
Simplicity is savored in a porcelain tea cup, it’s a Bergamot kind of day
Paralyzing grief served on Friday’s plate
Numbed by uninhibited dancing on Saturday with a random fake
The day will dawn
The night will darken
Who I am in this moment
With just one sentence
Is perfectly forgotten
By Alisa Hutton
Peeling glances, thick with the deep churn of her buried unspoken
The sharp will notice, the simple will be her safety but so easily forgotten
She will tell you ,her words must be followed
You should nod your head and always listen but take note of her eyes, for that is the path she hasn’t spoken
She will beautifully float with the most feminine poise and grace
Then seemingly without notice she will leave you covered with ice in her politely distant way
She is full of dimension and rivers that run deep to places we would all be so fortunate to see
Almost untouchable, she will inevitably make you travel the long road to her tender heart
The greatest fortune of your life?
She only falls in love with the uniquely attentive and charmingly sharp
Don’t kid yourself, it is only by her choosing and when her time is right
By Alisa Hutton
When did scarcity roll over you, wilting you timid and fearful?
What darkened childhood tale shadowed your lightness and spirit, giving away your bold?
Who changed you so short that your worth became socially outsourced to the new and unknown?
When the sun rises it reminds us with furious beauty that moments are spectacular. Well thought plans, penned goals and shiny thoughts trivial pursuits of those who will never grow.
The rain that drenched you with indignation, coming unannounced on a summer day? The universes way of tapping you awake to all you never will control.
What happened between the first moments your eyes opened to the universe to where you stand today? Unable to muster the courage to stutter the words your heart desires, I miss you, I love you, please don’t go.
Our heart and our soul intuitively tells us when we are home.
An unspoken settled place is our being, a warmth, a person who undoubtedly many lifetimes we have known.
Tell me, when did scarcity roll over you?
Leaving you all alone.
Empty wells, star filled buckets
Darkened skies, moonlight droplets
Deeply woven and never forgotten
The sun on your back no longer offering warmth
Heaviness filling space that desires just a moment of rest
Each breath, tired
Close your eyes until the sun sets, let it fall
Somewhere in the breeze spirit will whisper
Dawning, a new day
The lingering embers of sweet grass on cold October nights
Dew on the morning honeysuckle that warmly wrapped us in July
Star-dust trailing across a seemingly never-ending August sky
September rains, the forest and full moon tide
Tiny breathes in December as snowfall blankets outside
Opening blooms and light announcing May has arrived
Sipping a warm latte while bundled on the beach, moments in April’s time
Laughter and glances, Shiraz, the scent of March for you and I
You asked what your scent was
It is the softness and perfection of taste, memory and time
Sprinkled thoughts and sleepless nights
Tossing dreams that roll with words unkind
Hearts and hopes furiously left undone, once escaped, forever gone
Such curiously fragile those pressed memories we carry in our minds
What was real and what was not?
Inconsequential stories of the breath of love and when it is lost
I wonder if we are all just living our eulogy
Tales we tell of love and warmth, purpose and valor
Personality spikes sprinkled with dramatic deplore
Is there such a difference between dog and man beyond the years we roam
Egoist form, primped faces wearing tailored clothes
I tripped on humility today
Landing on realities declaration
Extraordinary we are
Only in the moment we are born
~ Alisa Hutton
Delivered in gesture
Kind words wrapped in poetic dance
The melt in your single glance
How your genuine smile brightens my way
Laughter and timelessness, the romanticism of our simple summer day
A soft touch when my heart called for nurture and care
Pressed memories of love between pages that never go away
Eyes that see magic, captured moments and all the precious details of life
An extended hand lifting me up the times I needed it the most
The judge of none, the ask of neither, the lover of one
A chosen soul that captured what is my purest form and honors it with continued dignity and grace
In my heart, forever
A love held for you in a special place
Release the knotted, dysmorphic ties to ego’s past
Those stories were written by another so long ago
Let them tend to their dark seeds, they were never ours to sow
Experience and light
This is how true love is grown
Hold your values in open hands
Extend the only thing you will ever own
Your intuition knows