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
There is no mistaking her
She stands poised in a room
Not a plot of land she is interested in buying but could easily own
Taught well, bred better, manicured in good form
Step out of your manners and try to interrupt her wake
You will not be graced with rippling her deep waters
More likely left with a placid polite smile
Two dances she knows well, that of the ignorant and equally, those who are socially formed
She is not the shoes she was told to wear or a princess that lost her glass slipper rushing to get home
Long ago before they told her who she was, she felt she was something more
Her curious warm smile
Seemingly allows space and time to float on its own
A beautiful opening, an almost suspension of the surround
A drag in your consciousness reminding you of home
Gracing herself social pause from all she wished she didn’t know
Her eyes drift quietly in a room full of laughter and roar
Pay attention, for it is during this time
Who she is will be felt deeply in your soul
If you watch with tender sight and gentle ease
Her eyes will speak, no words will be needed
Only a comfortable knowing
In just a glance, a passing moment
Her heart
Purely showing
~Alisa Hutton
Misery
Her face, grotesque melting wax in the sun, lifeless
Murdering kindness between her hollow bones until it drips darkness, lifeless
Eye sockets stuffed with dull pieces of coal, lifeless
Fateful inky coarse hair frames her scowl unto all thing beautiful, lifeless
Spitting out words of abuse like splintered rotten teeth, lifeless
A sticky noxious black tar oozes from her soul poisoning waters of purity, lifeless
Walking her malignant path of faultless disease, lifeless
Ask her why
She will look at you with dead eyes and in her silence show you
She is lifeless
Misery
~Alisa Hutton
