Quiet Hands

I asked myself for the hundredth time
What will I do ? What will I do ?
Should I ? Could I ? May I ?
I looked to you for a pat on the head
Each nod another nail in my scaffolding.
Each an apparent strengthening of a weak structure underneath.
I was under the illusion that you kept me up.

But meanwhile a quiet hand was busy inside
Putting cement in the cracks
Strengthening the original.
A soft whisper reminding me that once I stood alone.
No outside work necessary to hold my bones.

Little by little I dismantled your hold
The nails weren’t even fully in.
The wood you used was weak
The metal bars prone to leaks.

So when you fell, I didn’t fall
I had no need for an outer wall
The stone and rock that made me… me
Had been enough but I didn’t see
I looked to others for so much approval
Yet was strong enough after their removal
The walls I had were strong not frail
Without the input of your nails.
(C) Slumpless

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Animal

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I won’t go where you want me to. Won’t lie where you think I will.

I am always on the sill.

I will stand on your shoulders and when you can no longer bear it

I will take hold of a branch and climb like an ape.

Up, up, up, I will go.

You’re too slow

For me.

You can’t hold on,you see?

I am earth and sky.

I walk. I fly.

Unable to be pinned.

Tuna not tinned.

Free

To swim in the sea.

Animal. Cannibal. Bird.

I move with the herd.

You lag behind my friend.

I’m not saying it’s the end.

It’s definitely not the beginning.

Somewhere in the middle.

Somewhere wild and open

Don’t ruin it with ‘hopin’.

(c)Slumpless(originally posted 30.03.17)

Humming Bird

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Be careful with me

I have a heart that knows no limits

A soul that will search for embers in every cavity of you

Long after the fire dies out.

Be careful.

Because it has already begun

That gentle drum

Louder and faster

Until it hums and I float mid-air

Waiting for your nectar.

Don’t play with light

If you can’t take the glare.

Careful lover. Careful.

I have a bellyful of you but I still want more.

(c) Slumpless

Match

When in the middle of palpable desire
It is hard to imagine how anyone’s fire
can be set alight by anything other than want and wanting.
I quit that need.
I wish to move to less flaming coals
The ones that keep me warm but do not singe my lashes.
I have surfed the wave of molton rock and burnt my feet
I reached pinnacles that left my hair full of stars
As my breath became part of Saturn’s rings.
All these things… fuelled me and kept me shining
The love , the loss, the pining
And so on and so on.
But now my roots prefer the earth to be steady
And although I still sway with the wind , I am not taken with it.
I am no longer taken, no longer shaken.
A match is no good for a tree
You were no good for me.

(C) Slumpless

Get out Claws

Rest not on your laurels
Always be ready to run or retreat
The hand that fed you and cupped your breast
Can tighten its fingers around your neck.
Your nest may have feathers now
But remember the twigs
Sooner or later they can snap
And so will you and all you built.
So rest easy for now. You’re allowed pause

But always be ready with your get out claws

(C) Slumpless

Sip

I’ll find my way gently through this life
I’ve learned not to erode the rocks I face
That can be another river’s war.
I will meander and find the easier way
Where are my balls you say ?
They’re floating. They’re floating.
I cannot be the sea.
It’s just not me.
I cannot command the force of a thousand leagues
When I am sourced from a puddle.
It’s not a bad thing.
I feed the birds not the herds.
The smaller folk can paddle their feet
While others bomb their way into deeper days
I will burble and gurgle and make the day sound better.
So take a sip. A little dip.
But If you require complete annihilation
I’m not the one for your libation.
(C) Slumpless

The hearth of me

There is a pulsing in the hearth again
That breathes life into the most mundane of things
A child wrapped in a towel
A cat splayed out in the sun
The thud of it all
The pinch of spice into my cauldron
Is all alive with the promise
That day after day after day
It might end the same way
And that my longing for things wild and free
Is right here with me.
(C) Slumpless