Head turned
eyes closed
a forgiving floor.
Gravity makes heavy
my open hands.
This is how I want
to love, surrendering
to one word.
Head turned
eyes closed
a forgiving floor.
Gravity makes heavy
my open hands.
This is how I want
to love, surrendering
to one word.
i got the feeling right on this one, but it’s just messed up on proportion much more than usual and not even in a cute way. i have half a mind to delete this post, but oh well, i’ll just leave it. sorry, world
I like your drawings and your poetry very much. My daughter is an artist and I tell her that there is something in her work that speaks to me, but that I don’t have a way of expressing those things the way she does. I like it that you can express yourself in your art.
Thank you for reading and commenting on my blog. I truly appreciate your insight.
hi! whoa, i seem to have missed this comment. thank you! i think you are very expressive – and you are welcome, regarding my reading and comments. you can do it!!!!
surrendering to one word…which one?
i wrestled with that ending for months.
i surrendered to the word “shavasanah” and just allowed gravity to help me relax into the floor.
so, my meaning is that i want love to be that simple, a surrender that simple and basic and safe.
i experimented with “surrendering to one feeling” or just “surrendering” — i finally ended up with “one word.”
i like how it is a bit mysterious, readers can bring their own thoughts to it.
oxox to you katy!
or, rather, i surrendered to “gravity” – that word, maybe.
don’t you love it when a poet doesn’t know what she meant when she wrote her own poem?
i actually like the ambiguity, too–gravity, shavasana, love…they can all become the same thing. thanks for sharing how you were thinking about it!