Category Archives: Poetry

New Slate

new-slate

Newly fallen snow
frosts the curves
of trees and streets
I stand, afraid to move
Footprints upon
a slate so pure
seem wrong

Yet,

I must walk
along the streets
and climb the trees
Brush the flakes away
to make a path
of my own

~

Happy New Years to you all,

Much love,

Nikki

 

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Sleep

I long for it
I seek it
Deep sleep
Like death
Yet with the
Reawakening
Of birth

~

Sometimes I am just tired, the kind of tired that leaves you wondering how you’ll go on at all. In those moments I need to tap into the inner weath of energy I know is inside somewhere, but seems out of reach. On those days sleep seems so nice….

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

Walls

Walls

If there is one thing I know about myself it is that I am an expert at building emotional walls. Walls that were meant in the beginning to be protection usually end up being a hinderance to personal progression. We trap ourselves behind constructs of our own making. It is here we feel alone, lost, and misunderstood. And how would it be any different? Removing our emotional selves from connection to others isn’t a healthy thing. Yet, so many of us do just that – time and time again. But what if our walls, personified by all the things we could never say, could talk? What words would our walls give to us? What would be torn down when the ability to be open presents itself? What if instead of creating brick and mortar, we allowed our emotions to flow freely? What if the flow of emotions could cause an erosion of the walls constructed in years past? Where would we be? Rain would just be rain, allowed to flow and absorb. There would be no collection system, no bottling and storing. We would live in the moment, splash through the puddles instead of peering into them trying to make sense of the blurry reflections of the past.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

Oxygen

Oxygen

Too many years
Of shallow breath
Left me gasping
Reaching for inhalation
Light headed
Dizzy from asphyxia
Of soul

With each new step
I inhale
Lungs fill
Breath renewed
Reminders of a life
Discovered
By exploration

You are my oxygen

~

Life can leave us jaded, afraid to take the  breaths that will renew our spirit and minds. Too often we get stuck in ruts, continually digging deeper and deeper instead of making progress. Isn’t it nice, when someone (or something) comes along and we are reminded there is more? It really isn’t that they are actually our oxygen, but rather a reason to breathe freely, a reason to exist in a world where we wish to explore and be happy.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

Apology

(a poem for all who harbor an unspoken apology)

It rattled across the silence
Absorbed vacant chords
Overtook lonely minutes
Replayed words unsure

It sought absolution
In moments unrealized
Searched for a pardon
From lips paralyzed

It explored answers
Begged for a reprieve
Waited as you paused
Cried and did grieve

Apology left unsaid
Laid upon the floor
Waiting for your words
To make life as before

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

Apology

Quilt

Fabric spun from memories –
pull it tight on the frame,
tack it all where needed
to keep it from slipping away.

Thread the needle, take on the task
of stitching an intricate design.
Ignore the pain in fingers and back
until it’s done – my blanket of time.

Stand back to look at my handiwork –
something useful made of it all.
I lay the blanket across my shoulders,
wrap it around me, understand my fall.

Years of lessons permeate
yet do nothing for the chill,
I wash the fabric with my tears
then dry it with goodwill.

I place the blanket in my room
despite the emotional cascade.
I rest beneath my handmade quilt,
I lay in the bed I’ve made.

 

~Nikki Anne Schmutz