Trust

trust

Longing for placid waters that lap the sound of what my heart has spoken

Sitting on my beach I trust in my warmth

Just as where the river meets the ocean

Strong currents and individual temperatures must navigate alone as they try to merge whole

All part of nature, no persons place to judge or control

Where is the line between who we were and who we are?

Is it ever a line or rather a continuum, an evolution of sorts?

A weaving of a contextual story that perhaps only I should know?

Observers with opinion can consume needed breath, interfering with flow

Yesterday I retreated to an old shore

Only to be reminded

I don’t live there anymore

~Alisa Hutton

Darkness

Darkness

Unannounced

Darkness that swallows in whole

Close your eyes, it is the only reprieve from the black you know

Feel its debilitating choke as it pins you down by the chest in suffocating hold

As its fingers slowly climb your neck removing hopeful breath from your heart and throat

Don’t run

Don’t hide

Lean is close it speaks a tale of your flat lining worth

It knows your vulnerabilities and bullet holes still bleeding from your past

Let it comfortably devour the shadows that the darkness will always cast

Lay down with your beast and whisper in its ear

Go fuck yourself

You are nothing to fear

~Alisa Hutton

My Home

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I have learned

Many will knock on your outer door

Invite in only those of good character

Your soul is your home, not all need to be welcomed to walk on your floor

My table feeds a bounty of goodness and kind but seats a chosen few

My company, my chosen story, only pure hearts bind me whole and new

Lack of values tossed with miss guided intentions always seem to fall disappointingly short

When people arrive with anything less than authentic, relationships are neither genuine nor true

I have learned to sit in quiet in the middle of my night

To feel uncomfortable dark and my effervescent light

In my dustiest times when I hear that metaphorical knock on the door of life

Intuition speaks of who needs to keep walking and comes with strife

I honor my home and yours alike, welcoming in only those who respect space with trusted care

My heart is precious, only love lives there

~Alisa Hutton

You

 

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If only I could photograph how beautifully you reflect in space

Capture your magnificence and place it in your hands to hold

If your eyes could see what I do

If you could feel my hearts flow

If I could just spoon to you the nectar of your spirit and the sweet taste of your soul

I quietly watch with gratitude and curious wonder crosses my mind

If only I could express to you

If only you truly knew

The incredible gift you are

Simply by being you

~Alisa Hutton

Beyond The Veil

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There was a space today between my eyes and your soul

My heart wide open to the sadness that I know you must go

I, simply an observer now watching you dance between two worlds

One I know, the other your true home

You looked at me in your knowing way and told me it was time for you to leave

Joking as we always do, I told you I was going to toss you over my shoulder and we’d make a run for the bar down the road

In that moment time stood still and we laughed like we would any other day

A small treasure of sweetness as I watch you slip away

You closed your eyes, quietly drifting off again to that other place

Smiling, you let out that giggle of yours, your body relaxed in to a warm peace

I knew in that moment such generous love is waiting for you on the other side

When you accept the invitation

I trust you will decide

Holding your hand just one last time

We shared words of love and honored it with grace as we said our final goodbye

Please, take my love and rest your heart as you walk towards your angels in the sky

~Alisa Hutton

Desert Flower

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She does not aim for perfection, her soul knows it only exist in its absence

Aspirations are not that of societal fairy tales

Her story is written in held spaces

Wrapping her heart in silk

Grounding her remembered past on the itch of the burlap floors

Sitting by the ocean her eyes will teach you of her tides

The calm and the storm

Listen with care as she speaks of the moon that guides the richness of her flow

Find her in her quiet on warm sunny day

As the sun shines on her face you will see her worries effortlessly floating away

Bliss is not something she bought at the store or withdrew from a teller

She is fire and water, swift currents on silent nights

She is unexpected passion and intuitively right

Exquisitely blooming in the harshness of authentic strife

A desert flower

She is beautiful for life

~Alisa Hutton

She Is The Moon

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She is the moon

Evolving

Shape and shadow

Polarities

Light and glimmer

Slivers and then whole

Ask the ocean, she knows of her magnificence and incredible pull

Tonight she reflected a beautiful strawberry shine

Her heart true

She is the moon

I knew to look up

Soaking in the nature of her alluring glow

Breathing her in

She is part of my soul

~Alisa Hutton

Trust

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As I looked to the sky today the clouds seemed to carry depths I do not know

A storm quietly warming a familiar heart ache that arrives from a distant shore

Quiet yourself

Do you hear its tap

Can you feel its pull

Weighted complexity seemed to be grieving in the skies

Equal as they dance and fight

The harsh poetic beauty of the struggles between the darkness and the light

I sat by the river under that sky breathing in the clouds and all that she spoke

In my silence unpredictable currents thrashed me about, swallowing me whole

Today

It was as if the sky was trying to tell me something

All those clouds that seemed to carry depths I do not know

My heart so very grateful of the river today

Reminding me to trust her flow

~Alisa Hutton

Intended Child

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The intended child born of great story

Marital fiction sprinkled with good looks

Welcome to the new age of genetic folklore

Raised in proper and pressed dresses that stand in stiff form

Opinion was taught and told in stern

Dear child do as I say, not as I do

Freedom of thoughts are told to stand in the corner or shown the door

The intended child came as such a disappointment

So full of life

Not part of the familial order

A mind and soul, values and beliefs, something the off spring were never to be shown

The intended child such a shameful face of the perfect lineage

The wax families personal disgrace

A little girl who was supposed to listen because of the nobility of her last name

Perhaps when they decided to step on her spirit

Is slightly more to blame

~Alisa Hutton