(Over)thoughts | A glimpse into the chaos.

Fiery

Posted on January 29 2023 by J.W. Richmond

I had never known you
to be a liar
but I learned the truth
when the sky was on fire

You promised
there was nothing to fear
yet your muted subtext
was all I could hear

Even then your words
stood out as a lie
suspended against
a vengeful sky

Were you lying
to yourself as well?
Or merely deciding
which lie to tell?

I was desperate to believe
fully knowing that was naïve
since I saw contradiction
in your subtle fiction

You had made your choice
long ago

Your promise shattered
on the rocks below
while the fiery sky
turned quiet and grey

You had already
gone away

Belgium

Posted on December 30 2022 by J.W. Richmond

He was talking about
how many of his dreams
take place in Belgium.

It made me wonder
where my dreams usually take place.

Perhaps anywhere,
as if there could be
a green screen
that changes backgrounds
on the stage
behind the action
with different cities
climates
countries
times
rules –
some realistic
some f
a
n
t
a
s
t
i
c
a
l.

As if any of it
could actually be real.

Or could it?

Because when you are discussing dreams
while within
a dream,
it can be tough to know
what actually tethers you –
and to where
what
or when.

Fall

Posted on November 30 2022 by J.W. Richmond

It’s those small moments.

The colors
of the leaves
as they change

and
f
a
l
l
to the ground.

The bird
that perches
on the streetlight
before flying away.

The reflection
of the sunrise
on the barely wet pavement.

The wind blows
and the season
is gone
yet again.

Goodbye, fall.

Our time
was too short
and I will miss it.

Refer

Posted on September 27 2022 by J.W. Richmond

Just breathe.

And then do it
again
and
again.

Repeat
as often
as needed.

When you think
you can’t
get through
the next moment,
remember
this.

And when
you find yourself
here yet again,
refer to
the above.

Cuteness

Posted on July 24 2022 by J.W. Richmond

Nemo just discovered
my hair ties
and realized
how fun they are
to play with
swipe at
  bat around
and
knock
o
f
   f
   the counter
   o
   n
   t
   o
   the floor.

This morning
I woke up
to him realizing
the one in my hair
was fun
to play with too.

Cat.

I enjoy watching him
     discover new toys
games
and things to play with
like boxes
shoelaces
ping         pong balls
bed sheets
   and
Jeff.

I’d be ok
if he didn’t play with
the ties
that are already in my hair, though.

But then he nuzzles my hand
cuddles up against me
and falls asleep –
the hair tie already forgotten
by him and me
as his cuteness
takes over
once again.

Abundance

Posted on June 24 2022 by J.W. Richmond

Years later,
     our apricot tree
          is still doing its thing
                        allowing us
                   to connect with
                        neighbors
           front        and       back
left side
right side
d
o
w
n
the street
                            and all   a
                                             r
                                          o
                                       u
                                         n
                                             d
                                      the neighborhood.

As we share our fruit,
     we are getting
          to know people
                     throughout the community –
               especially in this year
                            of abundance.

We did not plan
     to overfeed
          all the ~~thieves~~
                    squirrels
               in the neighborhood,
            but they have fully
                    indulged anyway.

Even though the apricots
     are smaller this year
               than they sometimes are,
          we have been able to give
               so many away
   and we’re thankful
          for this tree we planted
               years ago
                    not realizing then
                        how much
                            it would produce,
                    allowing us
                        to share
                            its sweet fruit
                                    with others.

Unpolished

Posted on May 30 2022 by J.W. Richmond

Not everything
is created
to be shared.

Sometimes
my thoughts
ideas
words
are frag men ted
jag ged
j u B m L e D
and
n
o
n
s
e
n
s
i
c
a
l.

Sometimes
they are in process
unpolished
unfinished.

Sometimes
they aren’t worth
sharing
because of numerous
possible reasons.

And sometimes
they are just
for me.

Rhythmic

Posted on April 30 2022 by J.W. Richmond

The rhythmic patterns
rumble and s w oo s h
distinctly defined
precisely designed

Power and gentleness
flow and ebb
push and
pull
calming
the soul

All the mysteries
it holds
beneath the sheen
in the unexplored depths
where we’ve never been

How incredibly
small we are

How little we know
of what lies below

And how majestic
is the God
the imaginative potter
who created
the magnificent waters

Mess

Posted on March 27 2022 by J.W. Richmond

Should I keep doing this?

There is no
cohesive theme
for anyone else
to follow.
It’s not directed toward
a particular audience.
It’s a jumbled mess
of thoughts –
most of which
are probably unimportant.

But that has also been
kind of the point.

My head
is a mess.

So I’m training myself
to put some of the pieces
together
recognize patterns
figure out
some sort of
cohesion
sometimes
and finish
something
when nothing
seems ready
or good enough
because it never is.

It’s never quite perfect
and sometimes nowhere close.
But I’m trying to call some things
finished
anyway.

This space was designed
to push myself
to put endings on things –
writing
drawing
painting
photography –
even though
I’m still learning
all of it
and
even if
no one else
cares.

Maybe it’s
a silly medium
to work through
my natural tendency
to start
a lot of fun things
that I rarely finish,
but maybe
that’s reason enough
at least for now
whether anyone else
sees it
or not
and even if
it’s doomed
to irrelevance.

Hint

Posted on February 27 2022 by J.W. Richmond

Looking Backward

My mind hinted
at the thought
just out of view
taunting me
until it grew –
information
I forgot I knew.

Now it is near
or somewhere
between
becoming clear
for the future unseen.

The answer
is something
I learned
in a dream!