how do you do that?

this thing
that runs through my heart
like a freight train

knocks me down
and lifts me up
at the same time

brings me joy
and reminds me
to stay open
be vulnerable

this thing
unnameable
random
vast
deep

it knows no bounds
reaches deep inside
blows me away
scatters the pieces
to the darkest edges
of the universe

and somehow
makes me whole
again

how do you do that?

(D James)

In The Quiet Beyond The Edge Of The Universe

my hand cut the sky
making the rain fall

my eyes saw the deepening darkness
which stopped my heart

pretending to be something
made of stronger stuff
waiting out the storm

I travelled a hundred hundred miles
in just under a thousand years

and ended up where I began
forsaken
forgiven
forever

in the quiet

(D James)

waiting out winter

once more
the low sky fills
with gray tones

the trees seem
as dead spiders

and all waits
the coming storm

the last of winter
holding fast

the past week’s
glimpse of spring
caressed our spirits

so we’ll make use of
today

finding the summer
in our hearts

for it is not yet
outside the window

(D. James)

why a poet writes so many poems

to write something
of import

just once

a line
truer
than the truth

that makes
someone
think twice
pierces
their heart

it may be
in me yet
have to keep
searching
keep writing

to find that phrase
that stops the world
from spinning
if only for a moment

(D. James)