just delirious

i love a good sunny day

waking up to a day like today, with the sun out and the warmth... i love it! i associate good weather with good memories and good feelings so on beautiful days like today i get overwhelmed with rich emotions and a desire to be free. but since i had to work i found an outlet for that through poetry. Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin's "i loved you...", Pablo Neruda's "drunk as drunk" and "twenty poems of love", and as always my favorite poet the lonley, brilliant and always inspiring Emily Dickinson. I love everything she ever wrote. They spoke to me today and their words entered into me and found a home.

It was Langston Hughes who's words hit home the most though.

"Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night-

And I love the rain."

i guess it spoke to me the most because there is no rain in my world right now.

The Intangible Redd

I have been dreaming of swimming through dark water-these words.
Glistening in the sun on snow.
Like a fish through these words
Flickering thoughts
Kaleidoscope dreams
The scratch of pencil-
the sweet smell of ink.

As i lay next to the fireplace
as it dances with the ceiling fan
i can see the shadows
through the thin skin of my eyelids.

The intangible red.
The intangible Redd.
Untouchable.
Abstract.
Ethereal.
Disincarnate
Incarnate
My companions do not care about anything so intangible.

I reach out for the flames, but meet only glass.
It's cold outside, but it's warm
in here.

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"Art is simply confidence in what you do"~ thayne