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Stop

 

You never think
STOP
when you’re speeding
toward something
beautiful
like a sky full of storms—

all you see
is the lightning
drawing spectacular
designs on the horizon
inviting you closer—

never mind
the pencil is electricity
and to hold it
would be an act of
defiance and stupidity—

all you want
is to feel brave
and unhinged
and there’s no amount
of shock
that will slow you down.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
8-4-17

 

 

Still Life

The thing is—
he could
he can
he does
cut me open
sometimes
just by leaving
me alone
when the space
between us
begs to be
closed
reduced
punctuated
by a word
or a promise
of nearness
but there is
so much
silence
emptiness
doubt
filling me up
I don’t know
if there will be
room for him
when he—
if—
he decides
to come.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
4-18-17

“Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog” by Caspar David Friedrich, 1818

Balance

It’s off
and you know it
and there’s
just no way
to settle it tonight—
so you go to bed
wondering how
you could have
been so mistaken
when you put
a little black
into the white
expecting
the painting to
become a little
more exciting
with shadows
so close
to the light—
but you ruined
the tone
and the mood
and the whole entire
sky is wrong
because
it wasn’t supposed
to look like rain.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
4-4-17

 

Your Name

I know one day
I’ll be buried
under these memories
instead of your body
draped so casually
over mine
because I’m running
out of excuses
for why I need
the entire Sunday
afternoon to do
what could be done
on any other day
in half the time—
and those lies I tell
are so flimsy
and weakened
by my love for you
that it’s just
a matter of time
before I’ll come clean
with a confession—
and your name will
be so heavy
down in my heart
I don’t know how
I’ll lift it into my voice
without breaking.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
4-4-17

“The Lovers” by Rene Magritte, 1928

What We Are

What we are not:
a couple
married
partners
together
dependent
demanding
difficult
beholden
indebted
invested
incomplete
soul mates

What we are:
self-sufficient
free spirits
explorers
linked
separate
same
autonomous
whole
content
complacent
loners
lonely lovers

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-11-17

“Noon: Rest from Work” by Vincent Van Gogh 1890

Restraint

Our lives expand
like the controlled
stretching of a rubber band
that snaps at the end—
and in between
our beginning and our end
when breath
is taken for granted
there is time
for music and art
and walks in the woods
with pleasant company—
and there are
the regular joys
like sweets and babies
and holiday parties—
even indulgences
that become secrets
to tell your best friend
after you’ve had
a glass or two of wine—
and who doesn’t have
a file of regrets
that have scratched
the shiny surface
of those accomplishments
we made?
Our measured risks
add up to the reputation
we have in our own little circles—
and I’m sure that mine
is sanguine in nature,
and that my vibe
belies my truth—
that I exist on a knife edge
between bravery and cowardice—
and I favor one over the other—
and no one really knows
how often I hold back
or how much—
and restraint is not
what I’ll be
remembered for—
though it should be.

 

 

 

DeMaris
1-11-17

Beauty

“If you truly love nature,
you will find beauty everywhere.”
~Vincent van Gogh

Forget about the wild blue phlox
and the evergreens with the little nests
tucked neatly into their branches.
No one is denying the involuntary awe
drawn out of us by canyons so grand
they are lined with the history of the earth.
But what of the other nature—
the one equally inexplicable in its ability
to blossom and startle and endure?
This one is softer than the cotton sheets
that cover it in the night, more dangerous
than the red hot center of a volcano,
and as vicious as a territorial wolf
who guards his den.  Is this beauty?
When something like love pushes you
to those edges you could so easily
step off of, is this beauty?  I say yes—
and that edges are often where we find it.

 

 

DeMaris
12-11-16

Painting by Wendell Minor