Poetry Undressed

poetry undressed


Story undressed

Naked and vulnerable

Liquor without mix

Can you feel the burn?

Fear biting your heels

Run fast in to the darkness

You won’t get out


Blindly swirling in to


Pouring pain

Rape Race Sexuality Religion

Grotesque Dark Sweaty Promise

Power Pride Commitment Hope


No clothing to hide behind

Poetry undressed

~Alisa Hutton

When She Goes Silent

When she goes silent

When she goes silent, you need to listen

Find her in a dusted corner

Blinds drawn

A room for one

Black and white with broken wings

Her words her mind, unspoken her heart

Darkness, struggle and ferocity will shake you in prose

Inner depths echo only in her eyes


She screams to be heard, never held

Find her heart and warm it carefully

When she goes silent, you need to listen

~Alisa Hutton

Simply Beautiful


Simply beautiful

She walked an edge of life naked to the masses

A quiet smile, a constant flicker of depth in her eyes

Little spoken and much observed

Soft warmth of a gentle breeze with the sun on her back

The pride of life experienced, sprinkled with struggles wrapped in gratitude

A heart filled with love, a mind full of mazes

As simple as a child, as complicated as she wishes

Dimensions, doors and secret places that lead to the complexities of a genuine soul

Simply beautiful

~Alisa Hutton



I Dreamt About You Last Night

last night

I dreamt about you last night

We sat across from one another at a wooden picnic table,

romantically weathered with perfect patina

The spring sunshine warming our backs

Surrounded by gardens written in an old English countryside

My mind creating a space just for you

I watched as your eyes danced with excitement,

telling me about your books and writing

Your eyes reminded me of the first time we met.

Sitting across the table,

locked with interest I couldn’t look away

Absorbing with curiosity,

our story had never ended

A comfort waved over me as we were sitting in your perfect place

In a romantic ideal, magical

It wasn’t an ideal or magical for us though because we knew in our hearts it does exist

It was just us

No limit on time

No boundary of any sort

It felt so close, every sense absorbed each moment

Simplistic and beautiful

We held hands and talked

I played with the ring on your finger as you spoke,

the same ring I noticed the first time we met

No end in engagement

No wavering or question

Fluid warmth

We gently kissed

My eyes opened

My lips still pressed from what seemed so real

I dreamt about you last night

I dusted off the story we had started to write,

I tucked this in between the pages

Even if it was only a dream I had about you last night

~Alisa Hutton



Her words walked with bricks and mortar

Posed and stiff

A ballerina without movement

Poetry asked her to dance

Exposed and frightened her heart began to float with each new word

She was in love

Dancing with the poetry  she moved freely


~Alisa Hutton

The Break of Dawn


I walked through the darkness with the faint whispers of her voice chasing me, turning me with panicked blind direction.

Sharp branches brushing against my limbs as a reminder of the isolation

I could feel my heart becoming weary of desolation

As the darkness broke a misty saddened fog set upon me

The heavy damp of the air gently danced on my lips, touches of a weighted nothing

The sound of her faint breathing romantically guiding me closer

A glimmer of what I felt in my soul, a deep passionate pull in a direction of vast open being

Endless valleys of aromatic flowers

A vision of a deep, magnificent sea that dances with the moon and laughs with the stars

A world of endless possibility filled with the sweetness of life

As fatigue and sadness collapse my body helplessly to the ground emptiness pours in to my soul

I raise my head one last time to see the break of dawn

Before me a valley of beautiful flowers

The sun ripples on the glistening waves in the distance

Then with the slightest touch of a hand on my shoulder, I know she who I was looking for was with me all along, she gently whispers in my ear….

~Alisa Hutton


Last Night



You visited my dreams last night

The same kind eyes and gentle voice I once knew long ago

We sat across from one another without the temperament of grief or distress sparring between our light

Flowing shared reliable tales of laughter and life

Like two small children

Free of the confines of our suffocating adult lives

No burden of loss weighing on our backs, preventing us from looking up

Giddy with excitement and giggles

A sadness washed over you as we paused to smile at one another

I am sorry

I love you

With the heart of a child

I forgave you

When you visited my dreams last night

~Alisa Hutton

Not This

not this

Waiting for the message that is rarely returned

I hear not this

My heart wanting  you to see me

I hear not this

The flowers I deliver put aside

I hear not this

Thoughtful gestures disregarded as simple expectation

I hear not this

Questions about me that are never asked

I hear not this

The how are you that is never spoken

I hear not this

Poems written that are accepted with a shrug and hey thanks

I hear not this

Constant wonder would she notice if I was missing

I hear not this

The most basic human decency seemingly absent

I hear not this

When the day comes

When the silence allows insight

When the quiet brings you back to your heart

When your eyes open

When you feel I am gone

I felt the worth of my heart and it was

Not this.

~Alisa Hutton

Love Her

love her

Love her

Love her because her mind excites you

Ask her questions

Love her because she makes you see colors with more brilliance

Shine brightly for her

Love her eyes and the depth they carry

Speak to her with them

Love her because you can’t help but watch her from across a crowded room

Never stop looking just because she isn’t

Love her because there is nobody you would rather sit in silence with

Feel her heart in that silence

Love her because her laugh is contagious

Make her smile as often as you can

Love her because her emotions run deep like the tides

Be there no matter how high or low those tides are

Love her when she is sick and love her when she is well

Bring her warm soup and fresh cut flowers

Love her because her heart is pure

Hold that heart with honor and delicacy because it is special

Love her words

Write her poetry and leave her love notes

Love her because her soul is kind

Speak to her with warmth and sincerity

If you truly love her, you must love her well

She is love, she deserves nothing less

If you can not love her this way,

let someone who can

Love her.

~Alisa Hutton

Her Bed

in bed

Laying in her bed

Rising from her lioness slumber

She stretches her long body with a relaxed caution

Sounds of today dancing through the window

The delicate scent of a fresh spring morning penetrating her soul, deeply inhaling her new day

Song birds reminding her of opportunity and innocence

Yesterday washed away

Quiet in her heart

Crisp white cotton sheets adorn her perfectly reckless body

Speaking no words she looks over to me

Behind her thoughtful gaze

A lifetime of stories that wrap around me with curiosity

Sitting with locked eyes

No space between us

I sit in this moment as it rushes though my being

I look in her eyes and know my heart has spoken

Laying in her bed

~Alisa Hutton