The moon tonight
So delicately outlined
Perfection in its dark and light
Shadows in between intuitively play
You must have been perched on the moon this evening
There is no other reason that I can logically see
For such incredible beauty
Shining down on me
~Alisa Hutton
Look for them
Notice the person who is looking down, see them in their perfect human form
Hold their hand in silent know
The quiet one, who without announcement carries recognizable sadness in their eyes
See them
Nurture their worry in gentle sway, lay with them, sorrow and grief should never be alone
Let their tenderness and vulnerability mirror the compassion you were once shown
Breathe life and spirit in to beautifully tired souls
None of us better than the other, we all have our shadows that can swallow us whole
Let light and dark be the fabric that connects us together
Feel me
I am your sister, friend and mother
Grow authenticity, remove the unnecessary societal covers
They only serve to starve us all from one another
At the end of our life only one thing can be left behind
The love you share by simply being kind
~Alisa Hutton
In the garden the magnificence of life is mirrored in her beautiful surround
New growth quietly whispers to us in delicate and gentle ways
The story of bloom; a seed planted long ago reminding us with love and care everything will grow
Nature and the stars meet early in the morning just before the dawn
When the moon is passing shift and the sun about to rise
The trees and flowers slowly start to open their eyes
Birds sing their song, softly inviting you to wake as the garden dances to the start of a new day
Authenticity and spirit, graciously inviting you out to play
Breathe in deeply, feel the love and all the magic you will find
Knowing in your heart
When I dream of the garden
You are right there in my mind
~Alisa Hutton
Today, I closed my eyes with a generous sigh
To pen of an evening, our’s alone
A secret garden, romantically wrapped in energy and know
Poetic dance, reminiscent verse captured in bend and hold
Extended equal stretch smoothly poured over ice
Time devoured in moments that could forever stand still
So effortlessly captured, deeply penetrating sensory snap shots in my mind
Story rolling in ease and play
Your eyes flickering all the beautiful colors of muse and soul
Breathing deeply, a delicate kiss, undressed in deliberate touch
Imagination drifted me far away
As I tried to pen of an evening
Incredibly
Our’s alone
~Alisa Hutton
That day
Her glass castle shattered in to a thousand pieces
A white flag and a deep exhale the only signs of life deposited on her shore
Today, sweet textures of love and story paving her road
All the broken pieces of glass forming her humble mosaic of whole
The past, unnecessary conceptual overlay that dampens a genuine soul
If you seek her, present is where you will find her spirit in solid hold
Her heart open, held in tender and worn hands
On a seldom rainy day in quiet blink she remembers a once diluted way
And that precious moment it all went astray
All the colors that arced her darkness and light
The silhouettes and shadows that broke her one unannounced night
You don’t need to confirm with her the strength you see in her dark eyes
For it was in the clarity of her weakness when she realized how deeply she was cut and bleeding
That Day
She came to understand it was the simplicity of her own honor and love she was truly needing
~Alisa Hutton
It is
The story you tell in your comfortable silence
Quiet glances that needn’t any words
Your thoughts now, respectfully honored and heard
It is
The glass of water that arrived before we knew how great our thirst
A shared breeze, side by side, our toes warmly folded in the sand
How perfect it is, cherished unplanned time while we gently hold hands
It is
Deeply closing our eyes because we are no longer blind
That laugh we shared, I kept a little for later
My confession; it makes me smile when it dances across my mind
It is
Exactly as we are
Exactly how we feel
The treasures we will find
If I am me and you are you
Imagine the beautiful possibilities of a world so genuine and true
~Alisa Hutton
Love is not waiting in time
A well-rehearsed dance, a jockeying of hope to be regarded in kind
It is not a recipe with purchased ingredients of those sour experiences trapped in our mind
There are no walls or impenetrable spaces, our hearts are never to be kept in closely guarded cases
Love is alive in moments and space
Captured in good faith and held with genuine regard
Even in times when bravery and vulnerability feel so incredibly hard
To feel without measure and show up with respectful intentions
Learning through eyes and hearing what is not always spoken
Trusting we are here to nurture and never to leave another broken
Exchanges of deepening glances regardless of historical weather
Valuing care and touch, painting connection with the lightness of a feather
An awareness to honor a heart you love with precious hold
Never waiting in time, knowing
Love it is rare and bold
~Alisa Hutton
Cold winds that blew through your deepest chambers
How you longed for genuine warmth
Icy droplets that bit at your light falling from never-ceasing grey skies
The tap of consciousness reminding you, mind who you invite to your table in good nature
The freeze that arrived that one night hardening your most precious vulnerabilities
You hear the echo of the dull thud of your soul as it hit the floor, followed by your needed wake
Yesterday, I sat in a moment
Warm winds gently blowing
The afternoon sun warming my face
Sand between my toes, the waves lapping the tides in their unique chime
Breathing in the salt air, the ocean whispered in its unique filling way
Trust yours seasons as they brought you here
Today
~Alisa Hutton
A poet’s capture
Such good fortune bestowed upon me
Absorbing her story in perfect sway
Graciously spoken through her deepened eyes
Subtleties tapping on your soul with an almost contagious delight
So curious to me in the most poetic ways
To watch her spirit bounce with life and flutter in stride
I wished for just a moment I could have gently held it in my hands for her to see
The magic and light she naturally shared with me
The ripples of laughter that she couldn’t keep in
How it made her eyes dance and all around her seemingly spin
I wonder if she knows how brightly the stars shine by her side
Or that the moon and her glow in even pride
A true gift
A poet’s capture, my simple write
A fortunate evening
With a genuine light
~Alisa Hutton
A wrinkle on my soul
There is no pressing it new to adorn even lines and flat conformity
I cannot, will not, have it streamed and hung to appear as when it was born
Creased in time and life, words and love that have ripped and bloomed remind me all that has been torn can also be sewn
A wrinkle on my soul
I once tried to wear new clothes and hide my less than perfect form
I cannot, will not, wear the dress society has made the norm
Creased in time and life, my lines are here to remind me what you and I feel is our style, unique our own
A wrinkle on my soul
Dress it with pride knowing it is the reflection
Of a life
Honestly worn
~Alisa Hutton
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