The Flowers Death

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Edges curling in, weathered

A depressed muted brown bleeds where vibrancy once thrived

The color of apathy and lost purpose

Quietly spoken, perhaps purpose and possibility were never found

Not all flowers die beautifully

Spirit can fold in, cold and fetal without a sound

Air becomes gnarled, sharply chewing decay in hope

The flowers death

A silent and vulgar unbecoming

Mirroring a life I know

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

She Reminds Me

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She reminds me

I do not fear those of anger or ignorance

I worry not of their indignant beliefs

She reminds me

My strength is in my heart, not in limb or lash of words

Cry, laugh and be

For anything else is societies watered down version of magnificence

She reminds me

Danger is never loving with too much generosity

Danger is being too scared to generously love

She reminds me

If the dust of apathy settles on me, it settles on her

If we stop loving with the capacity we are born with

She reminds me

There will be no hope for us or them

For it is in our love

We are alive

She reminds me

~Alisa Hutton

Invisible

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November air biting at her loneliness

Hurting just enough

Please look away, she feels your discomfort

Wait, maybe that is hers

Blink a little longer

I am sure your apathy will cheer her up

Emotionless silence always polishes the rock in just the right way

You wouldn’t want to have to change your dinner plans

Worry not

Her invisible ways make her heart echo with grace

She will be available to bless you with good thoughts when she finds her smile again

Mannered and bred as she was, her imposition of sadness is kept safe in her heart at dawn and quietly discarded at 4 am

This is the universal time for those who are not seen to shake their souls of their heavy hearts

Can you hear it?

Completely

Politely

Effortlessly

Invisible

Don’t blink too long

After all

You might miss her

~Alisa Hutton