Humidity- a Short Poem 

Mountain View

She grasped my hand for

The first time. Tentatively,

Unsure if she feared my pulling away,

Or that I would stay.

 

In broad daylight, the scandal felt

More dangerous, heavier, truer

Than it had in my head.

 

Fears, love, pride all raced.

I think she felt it too- her voice starting

Awkward excuses that she knew

Didn’t ring quite true.

 

Just as quickly as we had been more,

We were once again two

Friends walking down the street.

 

**I’m not sure if this picture properly portrays the sticky, humid heat that I’m going for here. What do you think?

Jillian 

A Friday Eve Poetry Interlude

Seattle SunsetA friend took this picture of the sun over downtown Seattle. It gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling, so I thought I would pair it up with a few poems and hope that it gives you a pick me up!

I am feeling a bit dreamy today, and getting excited for a few days off and starting my yoga binge!

Jillian

 

 

poem- untitledjumbled,

flowing from my mouth~

is my love for you

pouring far too quickly

for you to catch it

and make it worth my while

 

 

 

poem- indecisionindecision

it has always been easy

to find a reason to leave

i’m searching for perfection

in someone else

that i can’t find in myself

when it would be sweet

to just remember

why i want to stay

A Few Old Poems for a New Week

Poetry JournalIn my minimalism purge, I came across my poetry journal and thought I would share a few. I feel a little naked doing this, so I probably won’t post a ton. Let me know what you think! Do any of you like to write poetry?

I go through phases. I won’t write at all for months, and suddenly I’ll feel inspired and just scribble out a few for no apparent reason.

 

 

 

 

 

Happinesshappiness

a simple smile from you

calms my spirit

yet heats up my body

until it will boil over

if i am further deprived of your touch

 

 

 

 

Surfsurf

just like the waves

of the tumbling ocean

you are unpredictable

sometimes you rush to me

but just as sneakily you pull away

how can i believe that

the pattern will break?

when i suspect that only i will

 

Jillian