fifty two feet till home.

Saturday, December 1, 2012


sometimes, my heart is so restless
going going going,
like the spaces between my fingers
where yours once sat.
i wander the roads between here
and there, counting the steps
from your stoop to mine,
and i tell it, wait
i whisper, hope,
i have fifty two feet till home.

it is the morning light
in a tangle of variegating rays
my heart my heart
the memory of days, gone by.
(why are you bright
why are you light
sun in eyes
mind over heart)

sometimes, my heart is so yearning
looking in alleyways, roads untraveled.
my feet are in ruts
my soles are in dust,
i pound the pedaled path
come on, come on

sun in eyes
mind over heart
why have you gone?
where have you come from?

it is the morning light
that catches my eyes.
i lift a hand (why are you bright?)
memory of days
tangled in the skies painted with blackbirds wings.

i have a map in my mind's eye
five thousand forty two steps
to your door,
five thousand forty two knocks
before i wander gone.

feet in ruts, soles in dust,
morning light like summer skies.
i taste salt on my lips, sun in my eyes
it it is the yearning morning,
and i am home
i am home.

sun in eyes
where have you gone
five thousand forty two steps
where have you come from?
my feet pound pedaled paths
but your door is closed
fifteen seconds till gone.

sometimes my heart is so aching
tangled skies in sunlight
i wander the town
pathways i used to know
like each and every laugh line
on your face,
i am home
i am home

come on, come on
i am home

8 comments:

  1. "it is the morning light
    that catches my eyes.
    i lift a hand (why are you bright?)
    memory of days
    tangled in the skies painted with blackbirds wings.
    i have a map in my mind's eye
    five thousand forty two steps
    to your door,
    five thousand forty two knocks..."

    how? how is this so beautiful?"

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  2. I love the details of knocks and steps and feet. Some very wonderful lines Hannah girl. <3

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  3. So beautiful. I could read it over and over again. You have such a gift. :)

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  4. hannie-girl {love calling you that ;)} this is beautiful. you really truly have a gift for writing and photographing and the like. you are beautiful {I'm sure you get tired of hearing this *smile*}, really you are. I love this quiet little space you have here, where it's just friends. as you described, no pressure. I admire many girls who I categorize as having the more "popular" blogs, but you have always stood out to me, because you reached out. you wanted to connect with your readers on a personal level while everyone else wanted to build up. so thank you, for truly caring; for treating your followers as real people and not as numbers and stats.
    love you dear,
    grace

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  5. Hannah. I just found this little blog today and it makes me extremely happy. I've really missed reading your poems and little writings though tumblr. I'd like to inform you that you've just gained a very dedicated reader of this blog. hah. Being a design geek, I have to tell you that I love the design of this space! So fresh and clean. Also: this piece was really beautiful. Some favorite lines: "i have a map in my mind's eye" + "I wander the town pathways I used to know." That first photo - I loved the colors of it and thought it was beautiful, but then I looked closer and saw the outline of a person. Wow. That's one picture that makes my heart happy. And also: you're simply gorgeous!
    Have a lovely day. xoxo.

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  6. Hannah, this is beautiful! I just found this through your facebook; I hope it is okay for me to follow along in this little space.

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