love

Black Cotton

Black cotton

Grows from my head

A gravity defying halo

Around my skull

It deceives you

Springy and wild

Commanding attention

But in reality

So tender, so delicate

Black cotton

Grows from my head

Black cotton

Mimics my heart

 

-Elle

#poetryfromthenotpoet

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Color Me Yellow

Color me yellow

Marigolds and sunshine

Butter me up, Babe

Make me laugh

That ugly laugh

That real one

You know…

Too much teeth, too much gums

A parade of bumblebees

Spilling from my mouth

 

Spell out my name

With those little golden letters

Like the ones

On the spine

Of my favorite books

I wanna twinkle

Bright, like a star

Wild, like a firecracker

 

Wrap me up, Honey

Like a lemon Starburst

They’re the best ones

#changemymind

Oh and don’t forget

Snag some bananas

While you’re out

You know I won’t eat ‘em

But they’ll look fancy

In that amber fruit bowl

You bought for me

Way out

In Amarillo.

 

-Elle

#Poetryfromthenotpoet Have I mentioned that I supposed to be writing a novel?

When I’m Dead

I wonder

If you’ll love me

When I’m dead.

I know death is ugly

In a physical sense

But I always imagined

That as your flesh

Returns to the earth

All the pretty things

All the beautiful bits

That were buried

Deep down

And scattered about…

I always thought

That surely

They leak out

Seep into the mud…

Make sweet flowers bud

You love flowers

Yeah.

I bet

You’ll love me

When I’m dead.

 

-Elle

#Poetryfromthenotpoet

Seen

In my daydreams

I imagine being seen.

Really seen.

The raw and vulnerable kind of seen.

I wonder if they actually exist…

Souls cut from the same cloth

Do the tiny sheared fibers reunite

And form an image that neither could see alone?

It’s lovely…

Toying with the idea in my mind

But do I want that kind of clarity?

Do I need it?

Is it deserved?

In my daydreams

I press my fingertips to yours

One by one

You smell like safety

You sound like home.

When I look into your eyes

I see me…

The way you see me

And I trust it

There’s no logic.

I see me, the way you see me

It’s foreign and familiar

More terrifying than comforting

I want to go back

But I can’t

I’ve seen my soul in you

It cannot be unseen

Is this a blessing?

I’m not so sure.

 

-Elle

#Poetryfromthenotpoet

Sleep Peace

You breathe so slowly

In the low light

Of our bedroom at night.

The shadows cast over your features…

They show me a secret version of you

Your sleep is not hard or fitful

The tension and stress from your day

Has melted away

Your sleep is soft.

It’s warm.

But then comes a noise – A car horn. A dog bark.

It disturbs the calm – makes you stir

And suddenly everything seems so…

Delicate.

This moment

This life

I’m afraid I’ll break it

Just by being awake.

I inch my way under the covers

And closer to you

You’re such a giver.

Perhaps you could share

Just a tiny piece

Of your sleep peace

With me.

 

-Elle

#Poetryfromthenotpoet

A Sweet Dream

I covered you with flowers in my mind

Lovie, I went back in time

To harvest the essence of you.

To celebrate you

To lift you up

When you needed higher ground

 

I kissed your cheeks

Precious one,

I played our favorite songs

And we sang them loud

‘Cause that’s the only way to do it

That’s what you always said

Loud and Proud

 

…Oh, and we danced

And we never stopped

We were happy

We were vibrant

We were alive

 

And that’s where I left us

Back in time

On an infinite loop

Covered in flowers

Feet off the ground

Singing

And dancing

And free

 

-Elle

#Poetryfromthenotpoet

Rainy Avenue

Sweet face

That’s what you used to call me

When we’d walk down those tired sidewalks

Of Rainy Avenue

Cracks in the cement

Below my sandaled feet

Toe snatchers.

That’s what you called those divots and pot holes

Obstacles we playfully and confidently avoided

You had a special name for everything

Even Rainy Avenue

Your little hypocrite boulevard

We never did see it rain

On Rainy Avenue

Dark clouds, sure

Lightning shows and thunder parades

Sometimes you could even smell it in the air

… the rain.

But not a single drop ever fell

Not on us

Not on Rainy Avenue.

 

-Elle

#Poetryfromthenotpoet

Honey

I called him Honey

‘cause he was so sweet to me.

And you know, honey…

It doesn’t ever go bad.

If you neglect it, mistreat it…

What it does is crystallize.

I think that’s kinda pretty.

The best part though?

If you love on it… warm it up a bit…

Well it goes right on back to the way it used to be.

No harm done.

 

I called him Honey

‘cause he was so sweet to me

But I might have taken my pet name just a bit too literally

See, I neglected him. I mistreated him.

And he got sharp ‘round the edges.

I tried warming him back up

But he was unmalleable. All bones and heavy flesh.

In fact, after some deliberation,

Sweet or not,

I decided he wasn’t so much like honey after all.

… and I sure as hell wasn’t either,

but then again,

I never pretended to be.

 

-Elle

😉

Dear One

Dear one,

Write me a song.

Make it silly, like us.

Hug me.

Tell me you love me.

Lift me up,  so I can see the pretty things.

Dear one, I don’t mean literally…

See, your words,

They make my legs long,

They make my back strong.

You’re magical, dear one.

Speak to me.

Your voice is healing.

Your voice is invigorating.

Be with me, dear one.

Sass me, then laugh with me.

Kiss me, dance with me, challenge me.

I know you. I trust you.

You’re made for me, and I for you.

Dear one, come find me.

 

-Elle

 

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