Tie me up
Burn and cut me
Ravage as you do
It is the air you breathe
Let it fill your soul as you watch me bleed
Love. Always. Every pore.
~Alisa Hutton
spirit
Solid Form
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
Kintsugi
Did my personal harmony echo spirit back in to your life?
Good faith and hope intoned in to the empty spaces in your soul
I, your Kintsugi?
Human gold accepted and poured to fill your broken past
Do you feel more valuable now?
Do you see your worth?
Or is the tap on my reality that this was just another scratch on our record?
Skipping on repeat that part of the song that attempts to drain mine
The space I long ago invited you to visit has always remained the same
Uncomplicated, genuine, loving and kind
The only difference I can see, my values no longer left at the curb
To hold your hand for the ones you’ll never find
~Alisa Hutton
Arrival
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
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
Illumination
Look for them
Notice the person who is looking down, see them in their perfect human form
Hold their hand in silent know
The quiet one, who without announcement carries recognizable sadness in their eyes
See them
Nurture their worry in gentle sway, lay with them, sorrow and grief should never be alone
Let their tenderness and vulnerability mirror the compassion you were once shown
Breathe life and spirit in to beautifully tired souls
None of us better than the other, we all have our shadows that can swallow us whole
Let light and dark be the fabric that connects us together
Feel me
I am your sister, friend and mother
Grow authenticity, remove the unnecessary societal covers
They only serve to starve us all from one another
At the end of our life only one thing can be left behind
The love you share by simply being kind
~Alisa Hutton
The Garden
In the garden the magnificence of life is mirrored in her beautiful surround
New growth quietly whispers to us in delicate and gentle ways
The story of bloom; a seed planted long ago reminding us with love and care everything will grow
Nature and the stars meet early in the morning just before the dawn
When the moon is passing shift and the sun about to rise
The trees and flowers slowly start to open their eyes
Birds sing their song, softly inviting you to wake as the garden dances to the start of a new day
Authenticity and spirit, graciously inviting you out to play
Breathe in deeply, feel the love and all the magic you will find
Knowing in your heart
When I dream of the garden
You are right there in my mind
~Alisa Hutton
A Poet’s Capture
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
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
Hanging Myself
My purpose in life is not to fill yours
I didn’t accept an invitation at birth to sit in your empty spaces and listen to you rust and groan
The path you take, yours alone
I did not sign up by simply being born
Swallow the air you breathe, expand and contract with gentle flow or selfish anger as you must
Leave me be while I tend to my own
The discomfort you feel
Keep it off my shoulders and pack it away as you please
I wasn’t put on this Earth to spiritually flat line while being continually cut off at the knees
The house you built is not my home
I have shown up time and again, open and free, full of love
Intentions of hope
Hanging myself
By my own rope
~Alisa Hutton
