The Earth proposed to me using a ring from a tree. Wrapped around me tightly while held affectionately. Speaking words of inspiration; embracing my natural formation. Through energy without lack, I didn't have to speak back. We transformed through alignment, with no issue of consignment. Stars mov...Read more

I married the pain, Now, I’m numb. The screaming silence That weakened my joints, Applauding, laid me in this chair that was designed, To make me remember Remember my wedding night. It speaks in the little things, The clock ticking, reminding me of The precious time wasted, sitting I...Read more

Created from dust Birth from Earths canel Raised by the weather Influenced by the mirror Controlled by the clock And guided by the moon Yet none of them speak And I still matured .

Yesterday, I asked the mirror if it knew me. It fogged slightly, gave up pretending, then cleared. Outside, the moon pretended not to listen as if truth were something it had already survived. ​Today I said: Hey mirror, don’t tell everything at once. Leave some light for the moon to borrow. ​Tomorro...Read more

You divorced the earth. Now you believe life is simple. You walk too quickly with little care for the journey or destination, feeling little in turn. So when you knock past the mirrors, the clocks, life, on your way to the next thing. You do not ask where the shattered fragments go. To you fragm...Read more

I married the earth, Now life is simple. Now the clocks sleep face down. Letters catch fire in the mailbox. I moss and earthworm, The wind braids my hair At night, I touch the stars and the world softens, The world softens on my tongue like water.

~and the moon comes closer and closer It reached But I sat on the chair Closely and closely watching it Earth with me and things around me I again said Hey moon ! Hey earth ! Hey chair ! No reply I turned around Whatever they feel like they are I married earth for humanity to be simple ...Read more

Read this poem out loud. Life, Alarm Clock, Mirror — Mary Ruefle I married the earth. Now life is simple. I sit in a chair and speak to the things around me. Hey clock, hey life, hey mirror! When they don't speak back I laugh or I weep, whatever they feel like doing, and the moon comes...Read more