Tonight,
Orbitals align as
Friends gather
Allured by
Thumping hands, in prayer, a
Homage to the
Obscure
Multitudes within.
Tag: series
Hidden {a series} {pt.7}
Care —
Arms soft, reaching to encircle you
Neck long,
Naturally resting on shaking shoulders
Observing the pain
Through the silence. Today
Became yesterday as
Exhaustion
Gave way to healing,
Internally,
Nearing a state of solemn acceptance.
Hidden {a series} {pt. 6}
You stare, curiosity
Uninterrupted, even as people shuffle past with
Open mouths forming shapes
And hands gesturing.
Never have I felt so
Distant and near to another human;
I think about it often.
Hidden {a series} {pt. 5}
After
Weeks of
Endless
Iterations,
Grandmother decided that
Hell and Heaven belonged on
The same coin.
They are two parts of one whole, she declared,
Harboring malice
And disdain yet never seeing
The other.
Hidden {a series} {pt. 4}
Charcoal eyes rest warily upon the new
Acquaintance,
Roaming slowly from mouth to nose, nose to
Right eye and right eye to left,
Interested in capturing the
Elusive personality
Shadowed beneath the mask of red roses.
Hidden {a series} {pt. 3}
Thistles persist in garden beds, reminding
Humans of the tenacity of
Eager Mother Earth, who
Lovingly shares parts of her,
Ignorant to the idea that these
Guests will continue to
Hack away her beautiful
Thistles.
Hidden {a series} {pt. 2}
Empty
Vessels, akin to human bodies,
Eagerly soak up the sun,
Not noticing the
Insignificance of their lives
Naively clattering away.
So It Goes 