Duality

duality

Duality

She will pull you effortlessly across a room with her quiet glance

Gently dropping you with her soft spoken verse

Delicate fingers map your edges, craving anticipation

The sacred feminine

Wet dexterous intellect

Seductively snapping the bones of egotistical ill spirit

Unmistakable audacious darkness

Keeping those faint of substance at arm’s length

Free of contamination, writhe with experience

Dancing through her night whilst dreaming her prose

Stretched out like a lioness during her wake

The sacred feminine

Breathless

Duality

~ Alisa Hutton

 

 

Poetry Undressed

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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

A Little More

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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

 

Isolation

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An island of sadness inhabited by one. The sun no longer seems to rise here or bring a new day. Darkness and silence the only companion to give you warmth. Platitudes arrive on the shore. A message in a bottle from those who feel so far away. I have run the island for months on end in panic and desperation for signs of life, a genuine soul who offers compassion and care. The only thing I seem to find is the reflection of my heart slowing in beat from a lifetime of wear. I often wonder does any of it matter. Will I one day just quietly accept this island stay. Perhaps the learning is accepting the reality and allowing it all to slip away.

-isolation

~Alisa Hutton

My Love

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She is my safety, the one who hears my quiet cries. Protecting me in her darkness and offering kisses of light from her starlit sky. Pouring her moon over me with unconditional grace, she knows my heart and love in every way.

Allowing me growth in felt embrace and exhaled hold.  She is my unspoken affair and the gentle secret of my life. She is my 4 am and the middle of my night.

-the evening sky

~Alisa Hutton

Evening Wish

Man collecting the stars and putting them in a wheelbarrow.

Laying on my back I looked up for a moment

If only I could be

That star so far away in the distant sky

Peacefully shining on its own and quietly offering light

Enjoying the safety of a simple existence in the middle of the night

~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

Bottom

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The swallow of darkness

Grotesquely gorging on your good spirit like a rabid animal

Spitting out your zest for life effortlessly like that tooth you chipped when you were seven

You remember when you were seven, right?

That was when you learned how to tread water

It went something like this, keep moving, hurry up or you will sink to the bottom

So you learned to tread water

Don’t confuse it with floating, you learned that when you were around ten

I believe they yelled at you to lay on your back, relax and breathe or else you will sink to the bottom

So you learned to float

Sink or swim, do or die, don’t ask, just do

That is how is was

That is how it is

I remember that day when you did actually sink to the bottom, looking up through the clear waters at all the people who didn’t notice

Just a little person who was left alone but it came with such clarity

There was something peaceful about it, oddly assuring finally knowing how alone you were

Quiet and serene, finally something so calm and safe

You didn’t feel the panic of treading water or floating any longer

A funny little moment in time where it all stood still

Just you looking up from the bottom

As the swallow of darkness arrives, gorging as it does

Just like that day you sank and how you didn’t see it coming

You are reminded of those who didn’t notice you at the bottom, who never saw you sink

Maybe they never really cared if you did?

The same ones who gave ill advice on how to tread water and float

Funny

As all you ever really needed to know was that you were the only one who could feel what it was like to sit at the bottom

And

It is only you

Who gracefully knew how to rise back up to the top

~Alisa Hutton

Some

moon

While the world was chasing the light of the sun

Basking in the play of uniformed hearts

All things daytime

Glossy surfaces and comfortable prose in well-lit spaces

She noticed some who quietly breathe at 4am

Who quietly ponder thoughts in the dark

Mirrored in their tired eyes

She noticed the light of the moon

Its ability to shine during darkness

Not when the world is well-lit, comfortably warm and knowing

The moon, its unique nature of sitting in the discomfort of the dark

Embracing fear

Yet still able to bring light

Hanging just right

Beside the stars where hopes and dreams are silently thrown when dusk departs and prior to the assumed arrival of dawn

In her quiet

She fell in love with the moon, its gentle touch and tender ways of giving light to those who dare to breathe in the discomfort of their dark

~Alisa Hutton

The Only Things Left

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Reaching in to my pockets

My hands alone felt my purchased warmth

My cup poured full

Fine wine that few can afford

My thirst for rich quenched only my own

Building my house on a wink and smile

Walls so high they looked down at most

 

A flashy car that only fit two

My fat wallet steering the beast

A lane called fast

The steel choice I made for you

Ego and secrecy riding warmly along

Risk versus reward, go big or go home

I wondered why I felt so alone

Conscience and values quietly sleep in the trunk

 

Stories and life can never be unwritten

Run fast and run far

Close your eyes tight

Still, your past can never be undone

Put down your cards and tear down your walls

Toss your money to the winds that blow power and worth in to the direction of right

Time cannot be bought and never should have been for sale

 

Take your change and what remains

The only things left to offer and all that ever was

My heart

My time

Nothing less, nothing more

Dust yourself off  and never again

Walk through that darkened door

~Alisa Hutton