life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

i am…which is to say

Now cosmos in bloom and snow-in-summer

opening along the garden’s stone borders,

a moment toward a little good fortune,

water from the watering can,

to blossom, so natural, it seems, and still

the oldest blooms outside my door are flourishing

according to their seedtime.

They have lived as in trust

of tended ground, not of many seasons

as the lingering bud in late summer,

when leaves have reached their greenest,

when a chill enters the nights,

when a star I’ve turned to, night after night,

vanished in the shift of constellations.

But when on a bare branch,

even in August, a sprig starts,

sprig to stem—as if to say, See,

there’s kinship with the perennials

you think so hardy—voice

the moment among the oaks, toast

the spring in summer, as once each May

a shot of vodka is poured on bare dirt

among gravestones to quench the dead,

among the first stars of this new evening.


Late Summer by James Brasfield

Sometimes when there is silence, if you listen really closely you can hear your self talk, not actually talking, but talking. Poetry is the forethought of an afterthought, and sometimes those afterthoughts form lines of poetry, or a story even a short story. And other times the insanity of every noise, literally every noise, beats in your ears and a poem is bashed to pieces and then slowed down to a beat; once the feet of your hands lead you along. Poetry is music in words, it is rhythm in verse. That is why I write.

Powerful words on poetry from AllPoetry fan Kayla!

20 years since I stood beneath that wedding arbor

Covered with fake white flowers as real as your love for me

I was full of hope that you could learn to love someone who loved you so completely

I was so desperate

to stay alive

to help you

to wake up whole

to be loved

to touch the world

to sing my songs

to make things right

to know my children

to believe in magic

to think that everything would work out

that karma meant quick resolutions

that God gave those who believe extra credit and special stars

20 years since I stood in dread and trusted that it would be enough for me to be your ‘consolation prize’

that fairytales come true and you would see my inner princess

that abuse has no long shadows

20 years of bleeding

of dying

of rising

20 years of healing

of crying

of letting go

20 years of learning

of living

of finding ground

20 years of breaking

of losing

of gaining again

20 years of giving

of receiving

of lessons profound

20 years from there to here

from here to there

20 years ago

I stood hopeful

in things I didn’t know

how could I know?

wrapped in illusion

hostage of pain

20 years later

I stand filled with a new and better hope

Hope rooted in real

in the healing work I have done

in knowing hearts are made to break

and made to heal

20 years, and I can say,

I am here

I am…



Amy Lloyd

I am a woman,

which is to say,

part girl and part suffering.

The first half of my life

has been utterly absorbed

by other people

and by my own demons.

The second half

I will spend laughing.

– Roseanne Cash


All through your life, the most precious experiences seem to vanish. Transience turns everything to air. You look behind and see no sign even of a yesterday that was so intense. Yet in truth, nothing ever disappears, nothing is lost. Everything that happens to us in the world passes into us. It all becomes part of the inner temple of the soul and it can never be lost. This is the art of the soul: to harvest your deeper life from all the seasons of your experience. This is probably why the soul never surfaces fully. The intimacy and tenderness of its light would blind us. We continue in our days to wander between the shadowing and the brightening, while all the time a more subtle brightness sustains us. If we could but realize the sureness around us, we would be much more courageous in our lives. The frames of anxiety that keep us caged would dissolve. We would live the life we love and in that way, day by day, free our future from the weight of regret.

John O’Donohue Excerpt from BEAUTY

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