#vss365#aperture_of_dreams
Love is not measured
by the grandness of vows
or the softness of midnight confessions.
Love does not live in ubiquitous words
scattered carelessly through conversations.
It reveals itself quietly—
in what you choose first
when the world asks for your time.
Because affection can be spoken by anyone,
but priorities are honest things.
They expose
whether your presence was unalloyed devotion,
or merely convenience
wearing the perfume of love.
As I behold
The glow of that sunset
It occurs to me
How God spends His day
Making beautiful
Last-ing impressions
Packing eternity
In passing moments
#vss365
Like little birds in the morning
Un-flinching
At how lowercase they are
I wake up to parrot the light
Being whispered into my ear
By the rising sun
And I hope the rumor spreads
Scandal-style
#flinching#style#vss365
Once upon a time, the Enemy didn’t come with guns, but with language.
Words that tricked. Songs of static. Your mind in cages. Your Dreaming colonized by nightmares.
But in the static, a Creature of Consciousness—your Familiar—began to sing.
And you, with the ear they told you was never Real—began to Listen.
edges of my face are fenced
are jewelled
but your thumb won't let me dissemble the #flinch with which i disassemble.
you know my surface
&
you know my nub
#ShowUp#vss365
He’s a Thinker
That’s not his style
I’ve known him quite awhile
He’s much more thoughtful than that
Sort of like a mental acrobat
Proposing all his ideas
Yes, of course he is
#tHartigan#vss365#style
poetry is water
for a lifelong thirst
words that roamed
through wilderness
hold their #potential
akin to seeds
of woe & joy
to dwell in verses
is to hover
between the apparent
& the real
until rivers of thought
return to their source
& the sea
becomes one with thirst
#vss365