Category: My window at night

• My window at night, iv

  Breathe air into my words. Give them spaciousness, room to roam and be flexed, to be held, warmed, to have fingers run across them, pausing, to know the sense of being swallowed bit by bit, or held on the tongue. Let them open up onto the prairie to play in all the adventure of the…

  Jenifer

  August 22, 2014

  Childhood, Garden, Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Nature

  poetry

• My window at night, iii

  Should I leave chocolates for you, some other ridiculous sacrifice? Perhaps you just need a favor? You are not who I am here to please, but my emptiness is complete without you. Indeed, a small cup of coffee with you is eternity, a cure for my numb and pedantic self of origin. So what must…

  Jenifer

  August 9, 2014

  Childhood, Memory, Muse, My window at night

  poetry

• My window at night, ii

  My friend, why do you call on me this way, when I am alone in the dark and have no refuge? — your familiarity, so foreign to the daylight, always guessing my thoughts, correctly, though I resent it. You bounce with ease in the warm evening air, wafting over my chest and around my legs,…

  Jenifer

  July 31, 2014

  Childhood, Meditation, My window at night, Yoga

  poetry

• My window at night

  Long hours staring at the thin crevices of light. So much more dark to study,

  Jenifer

  July 21, 2014

  Childhood, Fantasy, Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Yoga

  poetry