Salt

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Nails bleeding

Clawing yourself out

Primal

Gasping for authentic air to touch your soul

Scars rot with infection begging to feel the warmth of new life unfold

Even the most gentle of touches hurt

Cracked open

Raw

Salt poured on open wounds

The paradox of the heal and burn

~Alisa Hutton

Solid Form

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A smooth stone held humbly in my hand

Rubbing it in nurture against my now lined palm

I hold this part of my past in solid form

One of many rocks that once filled my warm pockets

How easily the weight sunk me to the bottom of the ocean

I recall the murky waters as I sat on the sea bed floor

The pain I felt as the salt stung my eyes trying to see a glimmer of care and compassion

How I squinted in to the open nothing and found everything

As the sun set that day, as the moon pulled the tide

The sand that was tossed with fraught in to my waters settled in to my soul

My hands had always been free to empty my life of your rocks

Weight that they carried with intentions to sink replaced with light spirits

I came to understand the rocks you left in my pockets never deserved space or hope

My gratitude will always extend to you for the day I learned to rise to the top and effortlessly float

~Alisa Hutton

Arrival

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I speak with gentle consciousness

My words are being written on her heart

Remarkable is who she is, nothing less and so much more

Holding trust and respect in tender hand as I arrive at her door

I have learned, understanding is loves others name

Now etched on my soul

Bind benevolence in silk and keep her warm

She is the grace of an exquisite spirit

A message in a bottle poetically arriving on my shore

Inamorata, to be cherished in grateful hold

~Alisa Hutton

You

 

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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

She Is The Moon

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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 Poet’s Capture

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A poet’s capture

Such good fortune bestowed upon me

Absorbing her story in perfect sway

Graciously spoken through her deepened eyes

Subtleties tapping on your soul with an almost contagious delight

So curious to me in the most poetic ways

To watch her spirit bounce with life and flutter in stride

I wished for just a moment I could have gently held it in my hands for her to see

The magic and light she naturally shared with me

The ripples of laughter that she couldn’t keep in

How it made her eyes dance and all around her seemingly spin

I wonder if she knows how brightly the stars shine by her side

Or that the moon and her glow in even pride

A true gift

A poet’s capture, my simple write

A fortunate evening

With a genuine light

~Alisa Hutton

Unfortunate Ways

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Spirit

The seat of emotions and character; the soul

Did you hear it speak to you once

Delivered through my eyes, breathing love in to your own

Were you aware the extension was scary, did you know my heart trembled in fear

Vulnerability, not something I was fed from birth

Shame and anger more often near

Did you notice when I was brave and took a path I did not know

Was my warmth and sincerity felt

My thoughts and feelings; special should always be respected in truth and care

Did it make you feel as though you’d never stand alone

I walk away gently and with clarity as I close the door

The only sadness I carry with me is the cost I had to pay

I seemingly have lost my spirit

In the most unfortunate way

~Alisa Hutton