the Road

new doors of life

unknown territory

no map no guide

only my heart and hope

laughter and tears are constant companions

there is no choice    

this intersection appears to have been destined

you have joined me

as you approach your own doorways

parallel and intertwined

we can travel together

Hamsa
Artwork: Dot Painting
S. Taylor

Spring’s Moment

winds warmer than yesterday

raising the smell of the season

spring’s beat is humming in the air

bouncing my soul in just the right way

moving along more gracefully

even with no place to go

loneliness seems more distant today

bright rays work effortlessly

tearing away walls

taking noticing the light shining around and thru

hold it now

this moment

for it may be more obscure in tomorrow’s dawn

inside tulip
Cumberland, RI
Photo: i.perlman

the Love

the love you want

the love you need

the love you deserve

I may not be able

deep is this love

unique in every way

as it sits in the stars

I wish I could be

seeking what you think you saw

weighs upon these hearts

leaving moments unprotected

I am only me

we have planted roots

in rows beside pain and laughter

rain, sun and space we must trust

your hand in mine

fire pit
Cumberland, RI
photo: i. Perlman


She is Hope

patiently trusting in a return

ears perk catching a familiar sound

eyes unwavering until you come into sight

a shadowed shape is recognized

her body moves full with excitement awaiting your touch

home, she knows we each are one together

shaping herself around you

finding the crook of your arm and angle of the best fit

shedding life’s weight

slowing the pace

bringing peace

in this shared presence

she feels your soul

she understands the connection

she loves

she trusts her instincts

I believe her

she is hope

Hope
Cumberland, RI
Photo: i. Perlman


Broken Verse

Note: These verses were pulled from a broader writing (a piece of an incomplete story) of mine. The verses appear in more of the format I usually write in. I am still working on my other styles…

forever waiting on the ledge between sadness and summer

been dreaming of this horizon that will never come

it’s easy to lose your grace in the spotlight of the city

always sleep it off before you say goodbye


with your head up you can see it’s broken

maybe we shouldn’t have danced after the expiration date

riding too hard into the silver light can steal the gaze

and because of the weather, trust blows against the wind

the long ride left you silent on the questions at hand

wasted breath became harnessed to answers buried inside

the meaning change after escaping open lips

the long and short of whatever you feel awaits the stranger

others can’t hear the throbbing in your head

architects of love cannot see joy melting into struggle

kindling to ash is the base of the heart that sinks

emptiness will arise from no forgiveness

antique (unknown)
Photo: i. Perlman

Trust From Above

stars above glimmer and shine

wielding silver, blue and gold

often not promises

but wishes they hold

challenges may create wandering

be refreshed in the dawn anew

while directions may change

to yourself always be true

giving your all

is never a fail

breathe deep

remember to exhale

walk with confidence

knowing your heart is real

ten feet tall

is how you should feel

forgive yourself

for choices passed and choices made

mistakes are a must

we all will learn and pain will fade

Photo: jsp


Beauty Sits

layered

is the tone of this love

natural

ocean deep and eternal

that place where darkness will not go away

sits teaching, not taunting

sometimes we just have to wait

and look to find a way when the light climbs in

the path of holding on and letting go

littered with emotion

flowing with natural force

pace undetermined

another chapter closes

before the page turns left

tomorrow may be unwritten

but it awaits

pond at The Clark
Williamstown, MA
Photo: i. Perlman


We Can’t See Them In Their World

we bring them into this life

clean slates in our image

pieces of ourselves planted as seeds

we protect with everything we are

hoping we are providing all the maps for their journeys

blood is thick

we warm with their laughter

break with their pain

at times helpless as the years stretch beyond our reach

we witness identities, not copies of ourselves

calling out to soften falls

struggling to bite the tongue that stunts their tomorrow

we remain always within reach

far enough to allow for flight

but close for all they need

we hope to have done enough

so they walk forever lightly

and our souls to rest easy

at the parade
Cumberland, RI
Photo: i. Perlman