Soul Food
It benefits one to know, that in order to work well and grow: A deep kindness is needed – The darkness can feed it in whispers which comfort the soul – Robyn Blair
12: Comfort - Dec 2021
Category: 12: Comfort – Dec 2021
12: Comfort - Dec 2021
Nature’s Blanket
I ran to the woods Searching for more clues To solve what troubles My mind. I embrace the trees, Looking for the keys To open my drowning Heart. When it gets too much, I’m like an egg ready to hatch Searching for a nest, That keeps me warm the best. That’s when I find The trees, The bees, And everything inside nature That keeps me at ease. – Anastasia Raf
12: Comfort - Dec 2021
A Love Letter To Literature
Oh, how beautiful you look. I’m in love with the smell of you. Your presence so true, Always there when I’m looking for you. When reality is dangerously close, Your paper world is where I stick my nose. And with every page I turn, The chapters make reality burn. When my adventure is long, I go on a journey, with your characters I belong. Your words create worlds That let me live with comfort And…
12: Comfort - Dec 2021
My Anchor
If no eye is watching, absent even from each perfect sparrow (such infinite isolation) then, especially then, we must gently cast our eyes, urgently focus our attention on each other. Weighted and untrammeled with time, sprawled on the beach of you, my blue shadows, greys always pooling around your blacks and whites, your crashing sea-scented waves. Your hands are on my hip bones again, hinging me forward, and my eyes surge back at you through…
12: Comfort - Dec 2021
Love Letter To Sleep
Drowsily, I long for your sweet sedation, lust, yawning, for your soporific charms. I adore this blurry threshold moment, be gentle, go slow. Your waves come in hard, a relentless crash, inexorable, unyielding, narcotic. I drop for you, my dead weight cocooned and warm: this abandon, escape. You fill me, my coasting, surfing brain piercingly, ecstatically overflowing, people and places loved or unknown lives I can never revisit, joy, ecstasy, heartache, all night in these…
12: Comfort - Dec 2021
Come Closer
We are trees, roots interconnected. Our canopies reach out, touching. Spirals of attention, generous reciprocity draw us, whirlpools so futile and irresistible. Meanings, compass points, references indecipherable to one another. We talk on, translations countless, layers multiple, unbearable. Lacy palimpsest, how our branches tangle. – Tanya Fenkell