Welcome Her Home

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Sitting across from her at our table

The small kerosene lamp dancing light off her hands, inviting caress and hold

I dreamed of us once

Anticipation of a destined familiarity before reality pressed its flowers in our story book

Here we were again, this time in shared space and breath

Eyes open, hearts sitting in rise

Was my dream the reality I needed to feel in order enable vision?

Or was my vision what I needed in order to enable my feelings?

Was the quiet of my night where my heart was found?

How did she know to look, was it ever her choice not to?

Her eyes in that one moment

Like the universe throwing an anchor out of my boat in wake

Causing pause, an altering drag in time

Ushering away all that was meant to pass in gentle flow

Leaving only the space we share and the stars that guide us home

The universe collided without our direction

The universe collided without our ask

The universe speaking only to say

Look in her eyes and welcome her home

~Alisa Hutton

Poetry Undressed

poetry undressed

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

When She Goes Silent

When she goes silent

When she goes silent, you need to listen

Find her in a dusted corner

Blinds drawn

A room for one

Black and white with broken wings

Her words her mind, unspoken her heart

Darkness, struggle and ferocity will shake you in prose

Inner depths echo only in her eyes

Silent

She screams to be heard, never held

Find her heart and warm it carefully

When she goes silent, you need to listen

~Alisa Hutton

Simply Beautiful

simply-beautiful

Simply beautiful

She walked an edge of life naked to the masses

A quiet smile, a constant flicker of depth in her eyes

Little spoken and much observed

Soft warmth of a gentle breeze with the sun on her back

The pride of life experienced, sprinkled with struggles wrapped in gratitude

A heart filled with love, a mind full of mazes

As simple as a child, as complicated as she wishes

Dimensions, doors and secret places that lead to the complexities of a genuine soul

Simply beautiful

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

I Dreamt About You Last Night

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I dreamt about you last night

We sat across from one another at a wooden picnic table,

romantically weathered with perfect patina

The spring sunshine warming our backs

Surrounded by gardens written in an old English countryside

My mind creating a space just for you

I watched as your eyes danced with excitement,

telling me about your books and writing

Your eyes reminded me of the first time we met.

Sitting across the table,

locked with interest I couldn’t look away

Absorbing with curiosity,

our story had never ended

A comfort waved over me as we were sitting in your perfect place

In a romantic ideal, magical

It wasn’t an ideal or magical for us though because we knew in our hearts it does exist

It was just us

No limit on time

No boundary of any sort

It felt so close, every sense absorbed each moment

Simplistic and beautiful

We held hands and talked

I played with the ring on your finger as you spoke,

the same ring I noticed the first time we met

No end in engagement

No wavering or question

Fluid warmth

We gently kissed

My eyes opened

My lips still pressed from what seemed so real

I dreamt about you last night

I dusted off the story we had started to write,

I tucked this in between the pages

Even if it was only a dream I had about you last night

~Alisa Hutton

Five Bucks

five bucks

Five bucks for five minutes of fun

Fast and slick

Shiny and unchaste

Sleepless nights

Drowning in her pool of self-inflicted vacuity

A once undervalued little girl

Trappings of generational ruin

Carrying clandestine vacancy in her adult heart

Flickering illumination

Shadowed by ornamentation

If only she knew

She is worth more

She is not

Five bucks

For five minutes of fun

~Alisa Hutton

 

The Break of Dawn

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I walked through the darkness with the faint whispers of her voice chasing me, turning me with panicked blind direction.

Sharp branches brushing against my limbs as a reminder of the isolation

I could feel my heart becoming weary of desolation

As the darkness broke a misty saddened fog set upon me

The heavy damp of the air gently danced on my lips, touches of a weighted nothing

The sound of her faint breathing romantically guiding me closer

A glimmer of what I felt in my soul, a deep passionate pull in a direction of vast open being

Endless valleys of aromatic flowers

A vision of a deep, magnificent sea that dances with the moon and laughs with the stars

A world of endless possibility filled with the sweetness of life

As fatigue and sadness collapse my body helplessly to the ground emptiness pours in to my soul

I raise my head one last time to see the break of dawn

Before me a valley of beautiful flowers

The sun ripples on the glistening waves in the distance

Then with the slightest touch of a hand on my shoulder, I know she who I was looking for was with me all along, she gently whispers in my ear….

~Alisa Hutton

 

Last Night

 

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You visited my dreams last night

The same kind eyes and gentle voice I once knew long ago

We sat across from one another without the temperament of grief or distress sparring between our light

Flowing shared reliable tales of laughter and life

Like two small children

Free of the confines of our suffocating adult lives

No burden of loss weighing on our backs, preventing us from looking up

Giddy with excitement and giggles

A sadness washed over you as we paused to smile at one another

I am sorry

I love you

With the heart of a child

I forgave you

When you visited my dreams last night

~Alisa Hutton

Giants

Giants

She ran through the woods, ominous thoughts scratching at her sides

Chasing her spirit with cries of disparity

Surrounded by giants bellowing silence

Running deeper

No end, no familiar path

Swinging with unguided perception

Her lungs touched by the crisp air of her own fears

Shortening in pause, gasping for calm

Collapsing her weary knees, slighted hands and broken heart on the mossy ground

Enveloped by giants

They gently whisper to her soul

Stand on our shoulders, rest your tepid heart

Just for now child, until you can see further

Stand on the shoulders of giants

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

Solitude

solitude

In our solitude, incredible uninhabited space

That voice that speaks

The only one

We need to listen

Our heart is knowing and has beautiful intuition

Vulnerable chambers will crack open in breathtaking pain

Given fresh perspective, offers of chance to nurture and heal

Echoes of regret and hardship poke at our most vulnerable fears

The choice to show up or run far away

Equally near

Surrounded by those who live by telling us how we should behave

They speak of who we should love and how we should feel

I know only this

Clarity is found deep in me, you and what is real

It may feel uncomfortable, lonely and press on a nerve

Solitude will whisper

The love we deserve

~Alisa Hutton