The same old tune. Familiar notes. A sound, a beat, a voice that you recognize. Bringing forth emotions. Connections, a child, a man, a woman. A feeling, a smell, a place in time that you can’t even remember. A space. Where the song can sing. A place that she has sang herself before. Even if… Continue reading Same Old Tune
Hangs there. Invisible to the eye who looks upon. Heavy upon the chest of those who breathe it. She tries not to inhale that quiet air that she cannot see. It stings the back of her tongue thickly swamping shallow into her lung. Drowning in the quiet air, gasping at the hidden tears bleeding down… Continue reading Quiet Air
Cut it off Pluck it out Rip and tear Muted word Count the cost of it’s life Its too precious, Oh, my precious Silver and gold and pearls Slobbered inside pigs’ jowls Dripping sticking Toss it Or hold it inside Treasured up Keep and watch and wait Don’t let the breath stay sitting still Too… Continue reading Dot. Dot. Dot.
Black. Nothing was made. The quiet world began in darkness. Absence overtook the nothing that was. Saturated deep shadow before any silhouette could be seen. A breath was held before the first inhale. Blank silence. But God was. He created a black water all around, before there was any form or boundary. Cold murky heavens… Continue reading Enlightened
Free feels like A gust under and around Storm from inside Words unbound Loosing the wisdom Creating unfound Breathe out dust From before But the ghosts From before Will always haunt These words, in times The story decides From the ground Who roots Or is ignored From before Or Yours
He breathes. A beginning. The words swirl around the heavens, the dust, filling a space that was blank just before. Painting a vision, new sunrise, new horizon new beginning that was just previously dark. Lightened by a word. She was there. To hear it. By chance or by design, either way. His words were alive,… Continue reading Dance of the Preacher and Prostitute
What are these words, we write to ghosts. Each word inscribed may someday become unhidden. Distant thoughts and the fascination of philosophy of phrase and mind. What must we have known, to write what we did. How did we continually stumble over our own words. To stumble upon the ones that connected, to the you… Continue reading Dear Diary,
Blank screen softly glow Imprint my thoughts if they would flow Locked behind my aching eyes Ideas are swirling like the snow Fingers frozen even though Words are screaming deep inside Me Type a key, delete a few Scrape together today’s review And I know it doesn’t matter Painful happy words undo Harsh and loving… Continue reading Typical Poem
“Wherever you look you will find me there In the heart of a rose, In the heart of a prayer On butterflies’ wings, on wings of my own, To you I’m gone, but I’m never alone – I am home.” Death is a terrifying enemy. We all know that. Most of our lives we fortify… Continue reading Embezzled Comfort
If we could only see a word. Beginning as a bubble somewhere deep inside, filling with meaning and pictures and referents as it rises to the mind. Floating gently or thrashing turbulently behind the eyes, waiting to be released. Finally, the mouth opens, the fingers twitch. Blinding rays from the external exposure reach inside for… Continue reading Can You See A Word?
Cindy Koch 