Intended Child

intended child

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

Succulent

lips

Cashmere

Close your eyes and imagine the feel, hers

Touch with bated intensity, softly, she wants to be mapped in long curious stroke

One finger at a time, deep, slow

She is the muse and the poet

Paint her canvas, devour whole

She draws you closer, her breath, listen, feel it

Climbing up your neck, her lips gently whisper all you need to know

She is warming a story, anticipatory rhapsodic rhythm, motion, hers and yours

Did you notice the sapphire rug on the floor?

Take off your shoes, she plans to have you there, take you in effortless flow

Transcend

Take her closer to God

Succulent

A word you should know

~Alisa Hutton

Perfection

moon

The moon tonight

So delicately outlined

Perfection in its dark and light

Shadows in between intuitively play

You must have been perched on the moon this evening

There is no other reason that I can logically see

For such incredible beauty

Shining down on me

~Alisa Hutton

Illumination

sad

Look for them

Notice the person who is looking down, see them in their perfect human form

Hold their hand in silent know

The quiet one, who without announcement carries recognizable sadness in their eyes

See them

Nurture their worry in gentle sway, lay with them, sorrow and grief should never be alone

Let their tenderness and vulnerability mirror the compassion you were once shown

Breathe life and spirit in to beautifully tired souls

None of us better than the other, we all have our shadows that can swallow us whole

Let light and dark be the fabric that connects us together

Feel me

I am your sister, friend and mother

Grow authenticity, remove the unnecessary societal covers

They only serve to starve us all from one another

At the end of our life only one thing can be left behind

The love you share by simply being kind

~Alisa Hutton

The Garden

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In the garden the magnificence of life is mirrored in her beautiful surround

New growth quietly whispers to us in delicate and gentle ways

The story of bloom; a seed planted long ago reminding us with love and care everything will grow

 

Nature and the stars meet early in the morning just before the dawn

When the moon is passing shift and the sun about to rise

The trees and flowers slowly start to open their eyes

Birds sing their song, softly inviting you to wake as the garden dances to the start of a new day

Authenticity and spirit, graciously inviting you out to play

 

Breathe in deeply, feel the love and all the magic you will find

Knowing in your heart

When I dream of the garden

You are right there in my mind

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

Incredibly

ours alone

Today, I closed my eyes with a generous sigh

To pen of an evening, our’s alone

A secret garden, romantically wrapped in energy and know

Poetic dance, reminiscent verse captured in bend and hold

Extended equal stretch smoothly poured over ice

Time devoured in moments that could forever stand still

So effortlessly captured, deeply penetrating sensory snap shots in my mind

Story rolling in ease and play

Your eyes flickering all the beautiful colors of muse and soul

Breathing deeply, a delicate kiss, undressed in deliberate touch

Imagination drifted me far away

As I tried to pen of an evening

Incredibly

Our’s alone

~Alisa Hutton

That Day

That Day

That day

Her glass castle shattered in to a thousand pieces

A white flag and a deep exhale the only signs of life deposited on her shore

Today, sweet textures of love and story paving her road

All the broken pieces of glass forming her humble mosaic of whole

The past, unnecessary conceptual overlay that dampens a genuine soul

If you seek her, present is where you will find her spirit in solid hold

Her heart open, held in tender and worn hands

On a seldom rainy day in quiet blink she remembers a once diluted way

And that precious moment it all went astray

All the colors that arced her darkness and light

The silhouettes and shadows that broke her one unannounced night

You don’t need to confirm with her the strength you see in her dark eyes

For it was in the clarity of her weakness when she realized how deeply she was cut and bleeding

That Day

She came to understand it was the simplicity of her own honor and love she was truly needing

~Alisa Hutton

It Is

it is

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