Discovering new beginnings and remolding visceral concepts. Hints as to where to start and how to look when finding a relevant voice for new expressions. Exploring one's heart, redefining one's dignity in a changing landscape.
Writing and reading in ASMR, soft spoken word poems created for relaxation and stimulating the creative process, as well stories of untethered exploration.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Found at the Foundling Door
On a day when there was no rain to dampen my thoughts,
You were no more trouble than a pair of shiny dollars,
Just waiting to be spent.
We'd gather our smiles and slip around,
Like a clutch of pups, undeterred by the troubles ahead.
You were young, needed everything, I had only ourselves.
Together we were a great invention of laughter.
But now, the tears are too great.
For our love will not survive the stares of the angry eyes.
My mistake should not impede your happiness.
I will hate myself, knowing that you were once mine.
But I couldn't hold you and my youth all together.
So I part with you here, where the foundlings have new possibilities.
I will go with the rain, to leave you in bright sun shining.
You will have a new mother, and an actual father.
Tomorrow clouds of tears may gather.
Carry my love with you both and a kiss on each cheek.
No great currency, just change for a couple of shiny dollars.