Author: naphtalia

I am an artist, a friend, a sister, a mother, an aunt, a creator.

Forgotten Words #2

Words we love, but sometimes forget to use, or at least forget to use with sincerity:

ardent
estimable
graceful spirit
luminous
spark
imbued
warrant
wretched

Which will you use today?

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The Absence of a Loved One

Your absence takes hold of me like an

Innnnn-
hale crushing
empty breath of
December so
deeply cold
In bones brittle,
stinging
icicle eyelashes
all night.

There is no comfort in the goose down
empty bed.

whipped arm,
desperate grasping,
no waking for the sleeping soundly

When I miss you, I fall out of bed
and I don’t know if I am dreaming.

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2003 Artifact #1

Below is a paper I found while re-organizing my 5-star notebooks.  Although the handwriting only sometimes looks like mine, although I can’t remember if I actually wrote this or found it in a barn somewhere, and although the specific meaning of these drafts is abstruse to me, it still hits home.  I still feel it inside.  The me that resonates is the me that gets angry, that gets lost, that asks hard questions.  I am glad I’ve kept all these notebooks.  They will chronicle, then shift me.  (I do have strong memories of thinking the word ‘slick.’)

side 1


side 2


 

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my own thoughts

oh this precious thought of mine
inside my head. it gently rhymes
with beauty, love, happiness.
cleverly it makes me rest,
close my eyes, and hold it in–
no wreaking breath to end
it’s fragile life here in the cold
little hut of time before I’m sold
back to work
anothers’ world

oh this precious thought of mine, I want to think of all the time

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