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

Continuum

trust

Longing for placid waters that lap the sound of what my heart has spoken

Sitting on my beach I trust in my warmth

Just as where the river meets the ocean

Strong currents and individual temperatures must navigate alone as they try to merge whole

All part of nature, no persons place to judge or control

Where is the line between who we were and who we are?

Is it ever a line or rather a continuum, an evolution of sorts?

A weaving of a contextual story that perhaps only I should know?

Observers with opinion can consume needed breath, interfering with flow

Yesterday I retreated to an old shore

Only to be reminded

I don’t live there anymore

~Alisa Hutton

She Is The Moon

stawberry moon

She is the moon

Evolving

Shape and shadow

Polarities

Light and glimmer

Slivers and then whole

Ask the ocean, she knows of her magnificence and incredible pull

Tonight she reflected a beautiful strawberry shine

Her heart true

She is the moon

I knew to look up

Soaking in the nature of her alluring glow

Breathing her in

She is part of my soul

~Alisa Hutton

A Wrinkle On My Soul

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A wrinkle on my soul

There is no pressing it new to adorn even lines and flat conformity

I cannot, will not, have it streamed and hung to appear as when it was born

Creased in time and life, words and love that have ripped and bloomed remind me all that has been torn can also be sewn

 

A wrinkle on my soul

I once tried to wear new clothes and hide my less than perfect form

I cannot, will not, wear the dress society has made the norm

Creased in time and life, my lines are here to remind me what you and I feel is our style, unique our own

A wrinkle on my soul

Dress it with pride knowing it is the reflection

Of a life

Honestly worn

~Alisa Hutton