Cat Eyes & Soulless

 

She's a dancer
Speaker in motion
Tender gliding on hardwood floors,
stirring lithium,
coming to life

Spectacle for the dead
A resurrection of hope and a silhouette
through the day
and unknown to many climates

"I am missing
I'm gonna start posting pictures
if you don't let me see myself"
she says

That was a glimmer of real time in public
when stripped to the bare bone
Collecting her objects like thoughts
and cradling them in her hands
so carefully like a child 
and rigidly putting them back down again

Through the car window,
she appears to be one of us
with a serious discussion
Who is around, matters not

Look closer,
you will see the Norma Jeane Mortenson
in her face
Storytelling eyes
that pierce a moment in time.

~Tina Meeks

A Snippet of the Morning

 

I must be a daydreamer.

Wandering under the sun and longing 

to be back to the cold mornings

with birds welcoming me.

The stillness roaming the streets like a drone,

soring to capture the moments that are craved.

In a daze time and time again

and putting everything into it

by being present enough to see the clouds exploring

and evolving

and changing.

Where's the ground now a days?

Only concrete swamps surface the city

and I belong in the dirt.

Unfinished Dreams

 

Trying to dive deep into dreams,
I only get so far with the Z's
Resurfacing every few hours for a breath
Check my pulse, I'm still here,
and how do I get back to where I was?

How can I remember that it's okay
to drift and let go?
To feel like a shooting star
amongst those seeming to stand still?
It's like I wanna dance in the night
and don't know how,
even with all my shedding of shrapnel

~Tina Meeks