Random poetry

Star freckles and quilted galaxy's

Star freckles and quilted galaxy's 

This feeling, 

the feeling of my spine stiffening, 

like the thin layer of ice over the puddles, 

of my driveway, 

that I used to hop in, 

in my memories of the winters of my childhood, 

the feeling of my body shaking, much like the rattling of rocks after being launched down the slides in the elementary school playground, 

the feeling of my sweaty palms, 

much like the state my hands are in after a cone at the fair every summer, 

the feeling that the universe is a string of stars and planets wound together so tightly, 

like a single bobbin, 

in my grandmother's sewing machine, 

weaving together with a needle to create the quilt that I have always slept with, 

the shiver coursing through my body, 

like the wind over the hill of long grass and daffodils, 

that my great grandmother and I used to pick in the spring, 

these feelings, 

I need to remember to take these feelings, 

unravel the string of stars and lay them across my cheekbones to create my constellations of freckles, 

taking the cold thin layer of ice and melting it to create my forever pale skin, 

taking those rocks from the slide and scuffing each individual line on my hands, 

taking the quilt my grandmother made me and wrapping it around me to remind myself my loved ones are always holding me with outstretched arms, 

and take the swaying grass and turn it into the dark brown hair flowing down my back, 

and lastly taking the sweat of my hand and turning it into the tears that run down my face knowing that someday I will pass these thoughts and feelings to a child of my own, 

and when it comes I'll tell them while they are wrapped up in my arms

"remember you have the world in your hands you just have to grasp it".