tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39589268364181724762024-02-19T07:15:21.986-08:00SpotwriteEliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-44060891373505526222014-04-25T16:05:00.002-07:002014-04-25T16:05:15.278-07:00End of here, but I'm out there. Moved. <br />Greener fields. <br />Find me - <br />- if the words move still. Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-81356985974918989292014-01-01T03:42:00.001-08:002014-01-01T03:44:22.912-08:00Resolve of 2014I'll give it away. I'll give it all away. Because even when there isn't more, it is only in my head. The head cannot comprehend the infinite supply of the heart. A hidden source. A mystery. I'll be content to live in perplexity. So give it all away when you can; we leave this life with empty hands.Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-87889750968216757322013-09-27T01:55:00.000-07:002013-09-27T01:55:08.883-07:00For Iz 1:55am Could you be more curious <br />as you scurry from point A to point B <br />taking the most scenic route <br />Touching mountains, grass and trees -- <br />Could you be more free to explore <br />To turn the world with the palm of your hand <br />and to look with a panoramic view of the sky <br />Wide-eyed, soaking in solar gold <br />Your skin bears evidence to where you've been <br />All those outs and ins <br />Scrapes on knees and dirt caked on heels <br />And still you've got places to go<br />You follow your nose <br />to where the air wafts the scent of adventure<br />Beauty without censure-- <br />That is what you see <br />Before you flit off to spectacular <br />I'd love if you brought with you me. <br />Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-71039519179230068312013-09-08T21:52:00.002-07:002013-09-08T21:52:40.076-07:009:52pmThe problem with poetry is I'm too within them<br />I give away secrets<br />that I trust no one else to keep.<br />So if my writing ceases,<br />the truth is I'm biting my tongue.<br />The words suffer<br />when transparency is not optional.Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-32797322556604582672013-09-08T21:42:00.002-07:002013-09-08T21:42:46.983-07:009:42pmStill hangs in the room, in the air<br />Every surface is familiar, but unnatural<br />Or maybe I'm just too aware of my own skin<br />Whatever it is - I stand my ground<br />in the absence of courage.<br />Cowardice wearing bravery --<br />Trading wool for grays.<br /><br /><br />Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-71873433862116155222013-08-25T22:01:00.001-07:002013-08-25T22:13:34.803-07:0010:01pm Well, wherever you've been<br />You'll find new doors <br />Seeking not the quickest out <br />but finding pathways in. <br /><br />Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-3704001024137917362013-08-07T15:37:00.001-07:002013-08-07T15:37:11.885-07:003:37pm I'll send out only the best wishes, <br />Out into the vast open<br />With hope they reach those blinking lights<br />and make it home<br />So when you look up <br />You'll know. Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-81724431259011637002013-07-22T10:26:00.003-07:002013-07-22T10:28:55.865-07:0010:26am - Moon River remixWider than a mile, <br />
Oh I'm chasing down that cratered dream. <br />
Streaming consciousness;<br />
live and on an endless ream.<br />
Adding white to meaner reds,<br />
Since I've flown by the blues<br />
I stare into the tinted glass<br />
and with a smug, little wink<br />
I wave hi to all that brass and bling<br />
and wear my canvas pink. Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-76298951605324080902013-07-15T00:36:00.002-07:002013-07-15T00:36:28.807-07:0012:36amA moment of -- <br />Digging my toes into the cool green blades, <br />Catching the scent of kettle corn,<br />mixed with the freshness of the lake<br />A breeze hits the apples of my cheeks <br />and gently shakes the leaves <br />I listen to the orchestra <br />and they play with the fervent love of art <br />and appreciation --<br />Joy. <br />Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-60593205656599968982013-07-13T10:12:00.001-07:002013-07-13T10:12:13.828-07:0010:12am Assumption is a language -<br />built from words unsaid.<br />Questions do not exist - <br />so we never ask. <br />Truth in hints and hunches --<br />The great exposition of nonsense. Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-80699349336873057192013-07-12T01:21:00.002-07:002013-07-12T01:21:55.057-07:001:21amA poem past one a.m. can only mean one thing:<br />That I am prioritizing a thought --<br />just one. <br />It is like counting sheep,<br />without the herd; <br />like a skip on a record, <br />on the very first note; <br />like a series of binary code -- <br />without any zeros, <br />just one, one, one...<br />You know why, <br />because you've been there before <br />and the reasons don't matter; <br />they're all scattered anyway. <br />Just a thought - just the one, <br />and I'm done for. <br /> <br />
<br />Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-74356726818895530852013-07-12T00:43:00.002-07:002013-07-12T01:25:25.969-07:0012:44amBare branches shed no shade <br />
They cast thin shadows -- <br />
creep upon the face. <br />
A tree in winter, <br />
blanketed in snow, <br />
beauty in silence<br />
but the season's cold. <br />
<br />
Prayer for change.<br />
Patience for Spring. <br />
Waiting for leaves. <br />
Beneath fuller boughs, <br />
and the swaying green, <br />
the music plays--<br />
a forgotten melody.<br />
The ear hears what the eyes already see.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-76583085031909343712013-07-07T02:04:00.001-07:002013-07-07T02:07:31.431-07:002:04am Thought-struck with the idea -- <br />
A trickle of spark and wires <br />
coils itself down my spine<br />
and jolts me upright; <br />
like an antenna<br />
ready to transmit <br />
the message. <br />Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-48861947265205314462013-07-04T10:16:00.002-07:002013-07-04T12:26:20.255-07:0010:16amCyncism is a sickness<br />
inflicting its worse symptoms<br />
on those who were once innocents<br />
but unlearned what the true nature of beauty is --<br />
because they got hurt, <br />
somewhere at sometime<br />
by someone who mattered <br />
who fell short of being better than they ought...<br />
The story's the same old <br />
- the person is not. <br />
<br />
Then the sickness remains<br />
and they cough and wheeze <br />
all their negativity <br />
on anything that could be<br />
and infect anyone still healthy.<br />
They cannot heal with self-medication<br />
only reconciliation of mind and heart<br />
For where cynicism breeds, beauty must part<br />
<br />
So yes, I might be too eager to forgive --<br />
I might be drinking this world in<br />
with eyes too wide in a rose-coloured haze<br />
And I may be simple and naive<br />
and a target for pain,<br />
<em>but I'll pray to be wiser </em>with the hope I can be kinder,<br />
without reservation,without walls, without shields<br />
without worrying who will be the next<br />
to step on my heels. Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-39836879774804367522013-06-25T11:07:00.001-07:002013-06-25T11:07:13.203-07:0011:05am - One of those dead morningsDistractions <br />Rest less <br />Consume little -<br />Little light <br />Living-ish<br />Love less <br />Such twisted treatment<br />of one never out of sight,<br />with open or closed eyes.Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-53878324418325030592013-06-21T01:00:00.003-07:002013-06-21T01:03:15.016-07:001:00amI won't sleep much tonight -- too much tea <br />
And too much am I filled with thoughts <br />
which occupy that part of my brain that refuses to shut off. <br />
<br />
I won't wake up late -- not enough day <br />
to allow myself to sleep in till noon <br />
and miss the early hours in which the day blooms. <br />
<br />
Without much sleep and with eyes scarcely open<br />
Umbrella in hand, braving the city rain <br />
Though my bed is warm and inviting --<br />
Outside adventure waits. <br />
<br />Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-41143711255736038802013-06-17T14:03:00.000-07:002013-06-17T14:03:10.673-07:002:03pm Like a downward tug at the point -<br />slips out of my ribcage<br />and plunks into my stomach -<br />- floats haphazardly -<br />bobbing from side to side<br />Capsize and still I. Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-89340529698941307662013-06-11T11:02:00.001-07:002013-06-11T11:02:24.707-07:0011:02amOn this cloudy day<br />I think to myself,<br />that stranger things have happened.<br />Stranger things.<br />But still, what a surprise to find,<br />that while we are not invincible,<br />nor indestructable,<br />nor proofed for pain - <br />we are the ever delicate survivors. <br />We live on, breathe on <br />move on --<br />then grow. Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-7531852024722264442013-06-06T11:00:00.001-07:002013-06-06T11:06:05.330-07:0011:00amBitterness is dust <br />
Blow it all away <br />
No time to scrub to no end <br />
A heart thought sickly stained <br />
<br />
Dear darling you have everything<br />
Just look above the waves <br />
- you own the wide and open sky;<br />
the sun is yours to tame. <br />
Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-16394084804869896092013-06-03T15:03:00.001-07:002013-06-04T11:27:25.328-07:003:03pm A lighter in one hand <br />
One hand on the rail <br />
Knuckles pale, buckling knees<br />
Shaky resolve, tentative spirit<br />
Should I? Should I? <br />
Let it all burn - <br />
or sprint across again; <br />
chase every panel <br />
or drop the flames<br />And let it end. Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-18435897329924087382013-05-27T22:34:00.000-07:002013-05-29T09:47:01.627-07:0010:34pmYou spin your promises like webs in the wind; <br />
Hanging in every unlit corner, <br />
Dangling from concealed ends,<br />
A slivered whisper of the yet to come. <br />
<br />
Though I am startled by the invisible thread <br />
Welcome is the slick of silk upon my skin. <br />
To be caught at every stop -- <br />
Tangled in your words evermore. Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-41935934201262624372013-04-28T09:21:00.001-07:002013-06-03T15:04:46.167-07:009:21amEmpty bucket - <br />
Silver paint bits flake off the rim <br />
The handle rusts, <br />
It sits in in dust<br />
Waiting to be filled. <br />
<br />
It is old -<br />
it has no holes <br />
though the walls wear thin.<br />
Dull and still - <br />
The breathless object<br />
Keeps air within its well. <br />
<br />Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-49648054482619251092013-04-24T12:14:00.001-07:002013-04-24T12:14:14.962-07:0012:14pmI write more poetry <br />I keep it to myself <br />Privacy - <br />Words no one ought to see.<br />
<br />Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-4267533701343996612013-04-19T14:04:00.000-07:002013-04-19T14:06:29.788-07:002:04pmDon't let the pause go on <br />
for too long - <br />
Turning blue<br />
under the name of patience<br />
Peel back the hues,<br />
just before the grey --<br />
A shiver of a colour, <br />
I once knew before<br />
returns to my cheeks <br />
and I feel the warmth. Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958926836418172476.post-11626432207947690022013-03-29T21:04:00.000-07:002013-03-29T21:10:25.785-07:009:04pm <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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</xml><![endif]--><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dear Friend - </span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><br />
I begged an audience with Inspiration, <br />
but he was far too busy. <br />
I called upon Creativity, <br />
but she had others to meet. <br />
So I am left with a heart and a brain, <br />
completely of my own, <br />
hoping sincerity and authenticity shall suffice <br />
in place of brilliance and eloquence. </span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
There is so much that cannot be known. <br />
There is plenty that cannot be seen, <br />
like looking through a telescope, <br />
we see a little --<br />
enough to know there is a world of stars.<br />
But outside the rims of the convex, <br />
lies a universe that is ever expanding. </span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Life is not one constellation, <br />
but a sea of lights and galaxies, <br />
and exploding suns<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-- <br />
It is beyond our sense of space <br />
and awareness of time.<br />
And though you may be just one, <br />
You are one connected to infinity. </span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> And God is there as the great conductor;<br />of details, of connections, of destiny, <br />Aligning the desires of our hearts <br />with his inevitable plans. <br /><br />
What I mean to say, dear friend, <br />
is that you can do anything --<br />We are on the same side of wonder and possibility.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">
As limited as our view may be, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">
<i>Boundless are we. </i></span></span>Eliza B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212324714397560829noreply@blogger.com0