Saturday morning

Coffee and oatmeal with my baby love and her big cheeks and tiny feet. Sometimes, the love is so big I feel I may burst.

One Hundred Love Sonnets

Is this sonnet not completely awesome? I am grateful for having my eyes opened.

Neruda's poetry is the stuff that makes one feel truly alive and realize the human condition. It is the stuff of life and how the lines between lust and love get blurred. I really appreciate some new found knowledge too. It is so crystal clear now.


Pablo Neruda's Sonnet 11

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

The love of learning

I have discovered Pablo Neruda's poetry! Oh where have I been? Under a rock? To steal a line from a cool website I just found with some of this gorgeous poetry when speaking of Neruda's 100 Love Sonnets "You may need the whole book and keep it as a breviary you check: a sonnet a day, to start with a bang not with a whimper. "

to say thanks

There's a shift taking place, a slight and subtle change starting within me. A stirring. It's all good.
I can't help but look to the sky and say thanks.

Trekking

In the hours that drip away
under dark sky
and crescent moon
a jaunt
takes me to the avenues
of candid solitude
and the streets
of streaming lights
and winding tunnels
seeking the
perfect connection
to the highway of
my destiny,
the autobahn in my life's
movie,
as I begin to grasp
the dimensions of this new
journey
and the chambers of a sublime
heart I am discovering.
But for now
all that is heard is that familiar
voice
in printed letters
on the billboards
of my imagination

if only I could drive this fast

Midnight munchies

The trouble with staying up late is I get hungry. But I won't let myself eat. That would throw off my whole plan.

somebody

This song has been on my mind all day:

http://www.youtube.com/user/kingsofleon?blend=6&ob=4

xx

Too nice to be indoors today

A drive to remember

I'm caught on a high-speed exchange highway
somewhere in the area
where beguilement borders trepidation
at the cross streets:
Intrigue Avenue,
Confusion Lane and
Euphoria Boulevard.
And of course, killer road trip tunes are playing



Don't ask for an explanation. You won't get one.