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My Son’s First Autumn

Leaves move and jabber in the wind

His senses drawn to the movement and sound;

To his eyes they’ve always been green—

Now they are turning and falling to the ground.

There’s a crispness in the air, a taste,

Like his first bite of apple. It foreshadows the cold

Of December, reminding me of the frozen night

We brought him home, our soon one-year-old.

His tiny fingertips brush against new textures,

His nose turns red, his eyes widen in delight.

And so do mine. I experience it all anew,

As if Autumn is happening for the first time for me too.

#my writing

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Cornstalk Shadows

Can anyone tell me

How the sun shines differently

On cold days in November?

Can anyone explain

How the shaking of the trees

Must feel from the inside?

Does anyone wonder

How the birds know when to stay

And when it’s time to leave?

Does anyone ponder

Why a time of year can somehow

Make us feel empty, or full?

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The wind is howling and it makes me thankful that I️ know there’s just one more hour until I️ get to hold you instead of wondering if I️ ever will.

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Happen Again

Most people don’t get the chance To fall in love with the same person twice. In fact, I’m not sure it’s possible. Either you never stopped loving them, Buried as it might have been under Rationalizations, or One or both of you has changed so as To be unrecognizably new

#essie ell #stuff i couldn’t post before #my writing

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Being with you again is like hearing a song I haven’t heard in years, but still remembering all the words.

#essie ell #stuff i couldn’t post before #my writing

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I thought before that I Wanted to find the tiniest parts Of the world to fold myself Into.

It turns out I just wanted to Become the tiniest part of the world And fold myself into You.

#my writing #essie ell

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I want to look at you until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore, and when I open them again I want you to be there.

#my writing #essie ell

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Am I as thankful now as I️ will wish I️ had been then?

essie-ell

#old #still relevant #my writing

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The furnace hums

Blowing heat out through the vents.

The house is quiet

As I️ watch the sun slowly break into view.

A golden glow begins to shine through the slats

Of the blinds, creating stripes on the walls.

My mind, like the day, gradually warms and opens

Letting itself think, feel, plan.

I am thankful for easy starts and time to consider the beginning of a day.

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Damp clothes Dirt that won’t seem to come out of The ridges of heels No matter how hard you scrub. Soiled bodies Mingled with the fresh peppery air. A whiff of smoke that still lingers on your hair From yesterday’s bonfire. Scrapes and ever-present bruises On tanned and freckled limbs; Chipped nail polish, Sundresses, spontaneous swims. The best weather for all your whims. A thousand fireflies camera-flashing In the buggy darkness. Buzzing, buzzing--hot sun Already in the morning. Sticky lemonade lips. Shirts that show your hips When raised arms. Windows open. Car alarms In the middle of the night. Nights that feel like time has stopped. Like the electric throb Of the summer sky As it tucks us in, cover-less, Pulsing.

#poetry #poem #twc #spilled ink #summer #my writing

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concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe.

#please please please

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Haiku. 61.

You are more than a poem, and more than a dream– you’re a part of me. -klp.

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5am on a Sunday morning I'm awakened with a dry mouth And excitement in my stomach. The birds are chirping, The cat is crying, The cool breeze is moving Between my windows. The sound of air conditioners And freight trains mixes with The more natural sounds outside Singing of life that continues on In the early weekend heat. My hollow emptiness inside Will soon be filled by your Warm hand in mine, Your deep wells of eyes Pouring into me, Knowing. May the next few hours pass quickly. Amen.

#ppetry #my writing #spilled ink #twc

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I want to say goodnight without it meaning goodbye.

#writing #spilled ink #love

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Are you quiet when you need to be loved? Or do you raise your voice into a lion’s roar? Will you nudge yourself into my hips? Will you bite my shoulders and say ‘I need you to love me harder today’? Are you softer in the mornings? Which side of the bed do you like to take? Do you sprawl yourself out and steal the covers? Do you sleep naked? Do you take your coffee black? In the summer, do you flip the pillow and sigh when your cheek touches the cold side? Do you keep the windows open at night? If so, how? Aren’t you scared of monsters? Do you know that I’m scared of everything that lives in the dark? Are you aware that sometimes I get so nervous I forget how to move my feet? Can you be patient? Can you be gentle? Do you know how? Is there a quiet war raging inside of you? When you curl your fists and raise your chin, are you donning your armour? Can I help? Can I fight all of your demons with you? I won’t shy away from them, not if it would make you happy. Do you know that I’d stand in the dark in an empty room for you? Do you know that I trust you’d never ask that of me? Do you know that I don’t flinch when you cup my face? Even though if you so much as twitched too hard you could break me? Isn’t this what trust looks like? Isn’t it how I am always skin and emotions for you? Isn’t it saying ‘I love you more today than I did yesterday, but it was a whole lot yesterday’? Listen, do you feel safest when you’re holding yourself together? Do you think someday you can let that go? Will you let me take the pieces of you and keep them close? Can you let me love you? Will you learn how to? It doesn’t matter, I’ll wait.

Azra.T “34 Questions"  (via 5000letters)