Georgia

The air is sweet and fragrant
a constant sense of passing rainfall.
Lose yourself in the Southern drawl
molasses life;
calm yet ever-present in its
deliberateness.

Dreaming of Brooklyn

Hidden pleasures in a pillows silhouette
Soft blades of light warm the small of your back
Recoil in the blanketed playground of my arms
As tufts of memories illuminate my senses

Door

Staring at the door
Who is staring back at me?

The eyes have deceived me again
Turning back and forth

Ring the bell
Silence the walls

Meditate through the hallway
Wipe the sweat from my palms

All I ever seem to do is stare
Why can’t I just

Knock

I thought I said what?

Funny how a thought can be a mountain
Sliding aimlessly idly by
Funny how an argument can mean so much
Yet based off silly ideals and thoughts
A misunderstanding a misinterpretation
Can cut you like a dagger or give a stabbing sensation
Its hardly clear what can be seen when one is focused on the in-between
What can’t be seen those vibrating strings which hold us all together
That turns our hearts into a flutter
Flush our faces with an utterance a disturbance in the force?
Just say what you mean and mean what you say
I’m tired of being a mind reader today.

Love after Love by Derek Walcott

Love after Love by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

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This poem speaks volumes to me and I know so many other people out there. "Give back your heart to itself, the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart."
The notion of always being there for yourself, to smile back at yourself in the mirror, not as a stranger whom you have not seen or acknowledged in a while but a familiar face that you recognize as your own. Just thinking about what that truly means is a question I have been tackling my entire life. To accept my flaws and to praise my talents, and to acknowledge them and feed them.
This also links to a site a friend of mine just brought to my attention: www.soulpancake.com
A place where people ponder and share their thoughts on life's questions. I came across one interesting question of "How do you seize the day?" and It got me thinking about the patterns we lock ourselves into and how to break away from those patterns. Looking back in my life, the most joyous times are when I was venturing into uncharted territory and pushing myself to strive for something new and challenging. Years ago when I entered undergrad it was terrifying and blissful, yet now the prospect of that whole process is somewhat paralyzing. Change is terrifying but remembering Derek Walcott's poem if I greet myself to a feast of my life, it won't be so challenging a task.

Desert

My love is a desert.
My heart a cactus.
Some, like a rose wilt without
constant nourishment.
Does that make mine stronger?
Or just dried out from neglect.
I choose the former,
because in fact a cactus does eventually
Bloom.