Hear It’s Tap

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As I looked to the sky today the clouds seemed to carry depths I do not know

A storm quietly warming a familiar heart ache that arrives from a distant shore

Quiet yourself

Do you hear its tap

Can you feel its pull

Weighted complexity seemed to be grieving in the skies

Equal as they dance and fight

The harsh poetic beauty of the struggles between the darkness and the light

I sat by the river under that sky breathing in the clouds and all that she spoke

In my silence unpredictable currents thrashed me about, swallowing me whole

Today

It was as if the sky was trying to tell me something

All those clouds that seemed to carry depths I do not know

My heart so very grateful of the river today

Reminding me to trust her flow

~Alisa Hutton

Seasons

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Cold winds that blew through your deepest chambers

How you longed for genuine warmth

Icy droplets that bit at your light falling from never-ceasing grey skies

The tap of consciousness reminding you, mind who you invite to your table in good nature

The freeze that arrived that one night hardening your most precious vulnerabilities

You hear the echo of the dull thud of your soul as it hit the floor, followed by your needed wake

Yesterday, I sat in a moment

Warm winds gently blowing

The afternoon sun warming my face

Sand between my toes, the waves lapping the tides in their unique chime

Breathing in the salt air, the ocean whispered in its unique filling way

Trust yours seasons as they brought you here

Today

~Alisa Hutton

He Is

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As a child when the world felt impossible to understand

There he always was

Not one for unnecessary speak but how he loved to tell his good stories

The reason for their start never quite clear but the ending always delivered with loving, insightful touch

Smiling in that knowing way as he does, eyes squinted in the corners

His laugh lines always saying so much

My curiosity as a child, he always seemed to pause so comfortably in the middle of any conversation

Giving every person he engaged deserved thought

At ease with his own mind and soul

Telling our little ears to learn about the ocean tides, when and how they flow

Know when not to be scared but when you feel trouble, work hard for things you love, learn as much as you can, be your own person and no matter what always keep your values in hand

With the most difficult of questions in life there was never any rush

When you asked him in urgency, trying to navigate the heart and its sometimes misdirected ways

His answer was to measure you up with a fishing rod and take you out on the ocean for the day

Silently rocking back and forth in a boat while listening to the lapping waves

He never gave you an answer but you always found your way

He let you be and gave you space, smiling when he was proud

Disappointment wasn’t very often and never harsh or loud

As years went on I came to understand the reason he never directed us or handed us answers in response

He knew the gifts of love and safety, showing us how and where to find our peace

He taught us the answers we seek are always in the calm and quiet

He is my Uncle

I am his forever grateful niece

~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 

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

The Space Between

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Have you ever noticed the space between the wick and the flame?

Sat in your quiet breath and observed the void between the two

Integral space needed to keep purposed light

An oddly required polarity to serve self and the other with unspoken respect

The wick holding its unique contribution of longevity to care for the flame

The flame holding its unique contribution of longevity to care for the wick

In that care and purpose

A respected space allowing both to fulfill their nature

Have you ever noticed the space between the wick and the flame?

~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

 

Shallow Waters

 

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Inhaling sadness

Exhaling only to make room for more

Laying still in her shallow waters

Lapping tides remind her she has felt the wash before

Blinking once

A familiar passerby walks around her, not to lose path of their own linear destination

Blinking twice

A second familiar passerby walks over her, not to interrupt their better path of linear destination

She closes her eyes only to be awoken by those lost on the belief of linear destination

Exhaling she makes room for more

Circular upwards, a lesson we all eventually learn

Like leaves blowing in the wind

She leaves them to lay alone in their destined shallow waters

~Alisa Hutton

Pass The Salt

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Poetic confetti tossed with brazen flare

Words pouring with the clarity of a smooth, Russian vodka

Ignore the bite, something so fine can do no harm

Watch my eyes

They will tell you everything you do not hear

Listen to my words

You will see nothing at all

Touch my lips

I share them with many

Reach for my heart so you can feel me pull yours out

Sorry…you left your light on and I tripped on your soul

I was looking for mine while lost in my dark

I thought you were special

My shiny new thing

Pass the salt

~Alisa Hutton

The Day She Awoke

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She is nothing wrong

Cracks in her foundation no longer void of fill

Merely a shared opportunity for her light to shine on darkness

Shadow blooming as a reminder, she stands not alone

As tall as the mossy oak that spoke to her the secrets of the quiet

Grand in her roots

Skinned knees not a portrait of her fall but of her noble rise and heal

A story vulnerably spoken in all three acts

Her heart full of pain reminds her

Hold your badge high

Proudly

Feel

Live

The day she awoke

Returning to love

~Alisa Hutton