Glimpses

After rain

Grace Einkauf — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 17:39:44 +0000

[p.s. That line that's obscured by the darkness of the grass says 'too much, and not dancing this time'. Just wanted to clear that up. ]

Soliloquize: thanksgiving

Grace Einkauf — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 14:50:03 +0000

thank you for my tattle-tale heart
colors that live in leaves (i wonder… were the leaves were meant to encase the colors, like bodies live to house our souls?)
sparkle skyscrapers dust the fairytale clouds
black and white
music that expands my soul with pain
wizened brick walls shivering in anticipation
motherly wind that wrapsenfoldswarms
vagueness is silver written on white
bouncy recoil -like sitting on Wonderland toadstools- of computer keys
waltzing out to the mailbox
eating a crunchy leaf with my boot-toe
hugs and hugs (you don’t know how much i love you) and hugs
blasting sigh of the sunset
light we think is trapped, but no
gingerly tiptoeing around wrinkle-nose seaweed
leaning into the beautiful world
throwing myself across the sand
spherical notes (did that just come out of my mouth?)
eternity in a polka-dot
flinging joy

Soliloquize: life and skittles

Grace Einkauf — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 02:09:07 +0000

Looking at the days ahead is like holding a bunch of Skittles. They’re all shaped the same, all so round and smooth, but you don’t know which flavor they are until you bite into them.

Soliloquize: the result of activities in early January

Grace Einkauf — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 23:52:18 +0000

i’m whelmed over by this undertow, undercurrent. Call it like it is… this gravitated water.
Or maybe i should say blasting. There’s a waterhose in our yard the same.
And it shabooshes the grass and i know the grass feels like me.
Both importuned….be back later.
It would be really nice if i could find an inner tube to hang onto right now. But i guess they migrated to somewhere.
They should’ve floated me along ’cause this precipitation hardly hits me soft, and…
If i could have one wish today it would be to whiz above gravity. (Hi, clouds.)

Soliloquize: in your words

Grace Einkauf — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 15:21:13 +0000

Never try to write something original. It’s all been said before. The best way to encourage a friend is simply to remind them you love them. Remind them of all the times you’ve shared together. Because even though words and concepts and even actions have all been tried previously, you’ve never been done before. A relationship is always new, always growing. And words were created to transfer every experience and feeling to unchanging paper, so that these moments will live with you for always. And maybe someone else will glimpse eternity in your words, because the hope that you have pulses through every impetuous syllable. The best piece of prose or poetry was first a smile aching to break free- a tear making a daring escape- a back-flip of the heart.

Soliloquize: intransient passion

Grace Einkauf — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 04:06:57 +0000

I can expound on happiness. Communicate wealth. But I can never explain how Time froze from its flowing liquid rapture into one living globe of solid glory. I hold that globe now and smooth my fingers around its glassy surface, watching the light inside pulse with pure joy. All the colors of my life are contained within this one opaque gem. I close my eyes and see it glisten. I set it aside and feel it embrace me. Stronger than the fiercest enmity, no impact can shatter that memory. I can’t explain that moment. But it is mine… ours… forever.

Soliloquize: one hour’s sky

Grace Einkauf — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 02:55:14 +0000

I bless the God who painted Pegasus clouds on the oh-so-living background of a Sistine Chapel sky.

~(I write about the sky a lot)~

Soliloquize: dimensions

Grace Einkauf — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 16:50:11 +0000

Ten thousand years of distance fall between yourself and I.
As gallons of humanity wash past a lowered sky.
And half the miles pass while half are dashed against the hours,
And the distant storm is kinder than earth’s new virtual powers.
I belong to far away, nine decimals at best.
I belong to miles of days, and weary hearts can’t rest.
You cannot hear my empty voice across acres of years.
So words descend to carpet grass while all technology leers.

Soliloquize: a buttonless atmosphere

Grace Einkauf — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 23:48:53 +0000

There were button-holes in the clouds today. But no buttons came through, no chunky red ones with twin eyes peering, no monolith plastic daisies, not even shining, golden doubloons hanging by a fraying thread and threatening to come smiling, smashing down. All I could see was blue. But maybe… maybe I was on the wrong side of the garment. Maybe, on the other side, the stars were wondering why they didn’t see buttons peeking through the holes and securing the earth’s cloud-studded coat around her rotund sides.

Soliloquize: influence

Grace Einkauf — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 21:06:04 +0000

Walk across, no, skip across, no, dance across a varnished floor
because of vehement passion or a whimsical thought, or curiosity, or…..
And where you step, the floor will bloom proverbially
to better embrace your gasping life (your life which is too alive for earth’s current amount of oxygen).
You may open your drawer of melancholy… or your cabinet stuffed with mischief… or feel under your bed for that extra song…
and it will all become you. Can’t you see…
As the floor extends its genuflections, and the walls bend toward your magnetic heart,
You make the oxygen fresher
You sprinkle the world (i’ll help you flood it)
With bouncyponderingbrilliantlythoughtfulglorious joy.