Birthday Poem Dump

 I will have a photodump from the trip we went on next week, once I’ve had a bit to process, and I’ll talk about some fun yarn stuff and game stuff soon (it’s been a while, I know, I’ve had a weird summer), but this week is all about poetry, specifically a whole bunch of poem snippets I wrote over the last few days. (Thursday’s note: This was supposed to go out yesterday, to make up for absolutely nothing last week and in celebration of my birthday, but the beach happened so I didn’t write.)

This is mostly a loose celebration, in an odd way, that it’s my birthday and as such I can do whatever I want here (still true even when it isn’t my birthday. Let me have my moment of oddity though), so I’m posting poetry. 

Something

There is something very poetic about all this —

late afternoon sun in my eyes

hair and skirt flowing, swirling in the wind 

strings streaming from my hands while I weave 

Weaving

I am 

Weaving a poem

As I am knotting this bracelet

Because

There is just 

Something about the way the colors of the rainbow

Curl and twist and surround each other

As I turn them into an organized stripe

And my heart spins and twists 

The colors into threaded joy

Fire

coals twinkle

little dying stars

in the galaxy 

of the

fire pit

sitting here 

with you

fire burning

voices singing

smoke in my eyes

you laughing —

this is life

this is what life is