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

Season

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It is with great comfort to know a season has filled it’s purpose

To have the gentle awareness, knowing

Confidence in nature and self that the storms and sunshine served what they should, as they should

The dark and light that came with equal abundance were simply creating the necessary environment for that seasons growth

To sit in quiet, with a calm trust that this season has fully bloomed

Embraced with the honor a season deserves

Presence. Attention. Care.

What a curious and magnificent gift it is bid farewell to a season

A sadness, for the heart knows this season came with such story, legacy and imprint on the soul

Yet, with gratitude and knowing she and you have served your purpose with a mutually respected and compassionate flow

What a gift it is to love and live a season and the deep wells it leaves in your soul

~Alisa Hutton

My Table

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I will build a house

Choose my counters, taps and table with unnerving ease

I have never been a woman who is driven to please

I will hear a song and can’t help but dance

My happy feet might step on yours, there’s always a chance

I prepare my food with mindful, meditative thoughts

If people thinks it’s weird, I worry not

I won’t ponder long on things I was told I should or can

I don’t follow recipes or societies plan

Some think I am random or plotted wrong

My intentions are good and my values strong

I take a little longer with whom I love and share

My heart is big and keenly aware

So curious to me, you always seem to be right there

A decision that comes easy when choosing a table and loving you

It makes me smile and always seats two

~Alisa Hutton

Exist

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Quick

Go for a walk

I’ll stay here and keep things warm

Don’t go too fast, don’t go too slow

Look only during the day and sleep at night

Ignore that advice, I am bent and wrong, not always right

At 3AM the moon whispered in my ear

Even in darkness, cold and fear

While slippery and elusive, always near

It will move and shift, jump and hide

Swirl and fall, drip and slide

Listen to your heart, your instincts will speak

Possibly make your knees wobbly and weak

Take a walk and I promise you’ll find it in less than a mile

Linger for a bit, keep your senses informed, don’t be affraid to cry or smile

Remember that tree?  That one that grows down the block?

Touch its bark, inspect it well, even give it a knock

I have found it there many a time

Fluffy clouds and evening stars; places that may help you on your find

If you can fathom; puddles on rainy days and even dusty places in your mind

Look around and lift that nose high in the air

Take a big whiff

If anyone is looking, don’t give it any care

It might be in the wind or under your feet

You might find it while you are thinking about last week

All I know is that it is always around and together I think we might find a whole bunch

While you are out on your walk looking for yours here and there

I will take 26 letters and mix them all up

Deposit them in my mind and move them around

Perhaps say it out loud and see how they sound

I will shake it up and let it pour

When you arrive back home and through the door

You and I  will have that much more, we will sit and laugh and drink it up

Don’t listen to people if they tell you you’re wrong

Walk on your hands and look upside down for it if you must

You will always find it, you just need to trust

I can tell you in 26 letters that I just shook up

It may feel lost but you’ll find if you persist

Magic really does exist

~Alisa Hutton

Perhaps

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How do you say goodbye to love, effectively let it go?

Perhaps you don’t

Perhaps you aren’t supposed to

Maybe that is why love is so special

Maybe once you have felt love it lives inside of you until the end of time

Could it be we aren’t supposed to fear love

Could it be we aren’t supposed to grieve love

In my simplistic heart and untethered mind

Love seems to be something special

I curiously wonder

What would happen

If when we found it

We just said I love you

If when we found it

We simply felt

Trusting that no matter what path the love takes

Love will always exist

Love will just be

Forever more

~Alisa Hutton

In The Quiet

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I sat on my bench waiting for you

Inhaling the winter air I closed my eyes

A kiss touching my lips

A gentle heart keeps us warm amidst the feelings of sharp cold

Waiting

Reserved for souls with a comfortable love of the quiet

Those who can feel the gifts of loneliness and tight hold with equal respect and desire

A gratitude for discomfort as it nudges us towards our sincerest warmth

The ones who have faith and trust in the intuitive nature of departure and arrival

Snow falling gently dresses my surround in a blanket of soft white

Tree limbs wrapping me in their nurturing cover

Reminding me of the importance to be generous and without ask in love

Balanced with the humility of knowing it creates a story and life much larger than you or I

The silence

Allowing my ears to hear the steps you take

The space

Allowing me to honor your path with care

Slowly my heart learned to trust in the quiet

While I was sitting on my bench waiting for you

~Alisa Hutton

Photo Credit ~ Harriet Fancott 

A Single Glance

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A single glance

Your chest no longer of familiar beat

One simple touch

Wish away paced familiar know

In perfect stillness

She will show you how to dance

Exhaling her song gently in your ear

Fantasy nibbling away all of your fears

Words that pour with the seductive bite of a smooth scotch

Intellect that will wrap your mind and drag it by the tail back to bed

Intoxicated with each sip that gratefully graces your tongue

Let her wash over you like the warm trusted ocean she is

Settle in to the humidity that embraces you in fall

Drop your boundaries beside your clothes

Fold them neatly and place them to the side

For the only things you will need is the discomfort your total exposure

And

The knowledge that she has arrived

~Alisa Hutton

Comfortable Bite

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She drank from a cup called love

Topped with romantic tale and bold sincerity

Holding dreams in passing clouds and whispered glances

Dropping her thoughts and caring extension

Eyes and Heart

Expansive and wide open

Her vision, none

A seat at the table of embarrassment and hurt

Plated for one

Concepts of such belief seemingly left a stain on her linen

As her mother always warned

Fine cotton is not meant for every guest who arrives at your door

Merely for the ones who show good character and by standard deserve a little more

Glitter from her belief in magic started to scratch at her throat

Taking pause her heart took note

She sucked on a lozenge, a new flavor she thought she should try

Reality

Not so inspiring but a much more comfortable bite

~Alisa Hutton

Lavender Vodka

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The flicker that excitedly danced in my eyes

Ignited perhaps by the lavender vodka purchased on my tab

A well mixed cocktail called a Femme Fatale

I hear your thanks, I raise my worth

When you reached for my hand in seek of loving warmth

I wonder

Were you chilled by the cold in my heart

Or was it your frosty demeanor that never allowed the thaw

While quenching your thirst during your visit to my protected harbor

You left a rusted anchor on my shore, it belongs to a vessel they call your past

I think I saw your values floating away

The bed we shared, the vulnerability that was served on that plate you licked clean

My mistake

I took it for more than sheets needing to be pressed with dignity and trust

The dry cleaner called, the shirt I gave you off my back is ready for pick up

Poetry I wrote for you with a renewed beating heart

Brace yourself, you were kissing a fool

Like a record that has a deep scratch, I skipped that part where you said you didn’t actually care

The line of reality and commonality is thin between that of the liar and that of the delusional

Time to pull out cupid’s arrow and put it to good use to scratch my head

Trying to forget the person sitting beside me who never existed

Drinking my lavender vodka in a well mixed cocktail I think I have tasted before

Femme Fatale

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

Gentle Quiet

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Roll open the scroll of your life on the grass

Wide and long with gentle hand and thought

Precious parchment is sure to fray when harshness pours

Edges brown and beg to be absorbed back in to earth they once grew

The scroll may grow in length, assurance not your right

Sit with it in quiet, allow the rain to wash away that which is not meant for permanence

Ask for it, chant and pray if you must

Left on the wet uncomfortable quiet of the grass will be your timeless ink and legacy

When you shiver, honor stillness

When you hear only scream, honor quiet

When little is remaining, trust

Trust the story being left, the story being written

For that which is deeply rooted will not be washed away by the rain

Trust in gentle quiet

That which remains after the storm

Is

You

~Alisa Hutton