hobbit-ishexploits

[hobbit-ishexploits]

This loneliness is intimate,

Like a wax statue of myself.

A mirror.

My color, my soul, is dulled

The eyes are frosted, frozen, lifeless.

Maybe I am.

I don’t want to be this anymore.

I want to be so much more.

But reaching out an arm, it cracks.

The cracks skate up from my fingers to my shoulder,

What is left, but destruction, in this path?

The warmth the longed for touch would bring,

Would melt this reality.

Maybe I’m not more than wax.

Maybe I just wanted to be.

[hobbit-ishexploits]

Small signs of spring show,

the lilting lyrics of life

why we will press on.

April 3rd, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

joy is held. moments

act as the small containers,

but, sometimes, so large.

April 2nd, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

the weight of the shoe

falls on my shoulders tonight

crushing me now: crunch.

April 1st, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

But some nights are made

to curl up in a blanket

with a good story.

March 31st, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

Blooming, growing: spring.

Let the darkest shadows give,

let light flood your soul.

March 30th, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

Each day is longer,

longer, somehow still longer...

when will it slow down?

March 29th, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

Perhaps the chaos seems

more than it was worth, right now.

but, oh, memories.

March 28th, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

The road goes ever on,

changing moment to moment.

I will keep on, too.

March 27th, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

where do you go

from here: safety, security, home...

what is left then?

March 26th, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

shoes: cute, functional,

necessary, and even,

perhaps, a statement.

March 25th, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

If elevensies

makes you happy, eat it more.

What’s the worst result?

March 23rd, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

Beauty comes to us

in many different forms...

some you must look for.

March 22nd, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

“College students are

the American gothic:

Revised edition.”

March 21st, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

Where do we go now?

When life is, they say, too good,

why is it heavy?

March 19th, 2021

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which matters the most:

pain that is seen or unseen?

who measures the hurt?

March 16th, 2021

[hobbit-ishexploits]

Golden Geodes

I saw an idea today.

Much like the gold-in-cracked-pottery,

to make what was once broken

beautiful again.

It said to replace the broken corners, edges

and pieces

with the insides of a geode.

Something meant to be broken

and cracked open,

because it’s made of more.

I sit here

in pieces

wondering.

How long until all I am is golden crusted geode?

How many more times can I break?

Then comes the true question:

Have I replaced my broken parts

with geodes and gold

or with bitterness, hatred,

and longing.

Perhaps I need to break

Break my spirit,

my self reliance,

and replace it with geodes

all pieced together

with gold.