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Desperate Distance
Maybe you are near, I feel I can reach out and touch you. Breath the air from your lungs, Hear the whisper of your thoughts, Going through my mind. How can flesh and blood, Be a phantom, And move me, by a drifting cloud of energy, The substance of love, Are we not almost skin…
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Wave As I Go By
I pass by on a conveyor belt, Moving by the energy of needs, Not mine. I can fill the gap, In a thousand cracks, Even as I am shattered. Clear glass, See right past me, I ask for nothing, And nothing is given. Sorry, faithful readers. I am not writing holiday cheery prose this Christmas.…
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You in my Universe
A short poem about freedom of personhood in relationships.
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One and the Same
We think we are divided, By race, by generation, by gender, Standing among our peers, grouped by Beliefs, convictions, ideologies, Our quest in life to find our people, Or the one to make more of ourselves. But we are all the same. Yes, the same, without variation, Flesh and blood, Living in mortal bodies,…
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Don’t Look
I want to tell you that I’m broken; That I’m glued together by tenacity, by admitting that regardless of the cracks— the curling yellow taped edges— the leaking of my life from pinholes of pain— tomorrow will come and if I’m in it, I will get up and believe for the best another day. I…
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One Day We Were Done
It’s easy to be dragged down the hallways of excitement, Unable to turn away from the light of other’s lives, Caught up in answering questions that echo through humanity, Painting pictures with the color of commercials. They float burned up ashes as time strips away days in the real world, People paste smiles, blow kisses,…
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Clare Graith 