Each heart I touch,
Reaches thru me.
I have either been carried
By hope in love,
Or slandered and forsaken
On brisk, cold winds
That toss away my strength.
Either dream –
That flows above
Or beyond my self worth
Leaves me to rest
In my story.
That gently
Lay in the chamber of my life –
Graced to admire or abhor.
The scavenger hunt –
To find truth
In who I am,
And too often
To find the truth of
who I am not.
Erica Loloff
12/30/18
I’m leaving the pestilence behind –
And, only taking yolk with foresight.
No longer will I be subject
To pity or opulent aires
That have persuaded my past,
And stolen my purity.
I rest in conviction.
I brave my course,
With God by my side.
Erica Loloff
1/1/19
Can you hear the wind blowing in the clouds today?
Can you see the rain in the sun or the blue skies formed by the grey breeze?
The big sky shifts volume overhead – and you float on my mind as I walk upon rocks that sound like snow.
The intimacy of our love drifting like soft nuances suspended in the atmosphere – changing in color, forming new texture.
I hear your voice echo in the movement – you calm my soul. The wind ceases, and I breath into the cavity of my heart – hopeful that our union travels thru the wisping horse tails of cirrus clouds, and far past the storms of the unknown.
Perhaps, the snow will come – melting as it falls to keep the rock on our path in sight that holds the strength of our love, untouched by cumulative precipitation.
6/21 & 22/18
Erica Loloff
Silence counted her in seconds
-clocking a melodic
heightened hush,
beating to steady rhythms
that stalled
her thinking crush.
Did silence stop her heart
from hearing intently
of obstinate and perpetual
true love.
Or, perhaps – save her
sanity, by giving her a shove.
How well she knew
the silent deafness
of this repeated sound.
The cost unimaginable,
which had circled her in the round.
-some payment unknown
-some understood
unforgettable, misrepresented
and sequential.
In Silent height, she listened.
– in the quiet lapse –
of ticking time..
only heard by her –
complete
silent.
Erica Loloff
1/19/18
Sunshine Antler by Erica Loloff at Antlers and Poetry
Fleeting: [finale]
Loosing love islike a tree –shaking [down] a seasonof unpredictable– leaves –
One stem of colorbreaking off at a time,carried and bundledin a flurryof unsightly wind –blown away from– forever –– fleeting –and, grey . . .[never to be seen again].Now, tormented feelings –
grown together in life –morph and tripto crack and crumble,in dried up veins of– exodus –Erica Loloff10/4/17
lost?
listen.
internal clarity forms
if focus falls
to your center –
your heart can hear it
in between the gravity
of push and pull.
Quiet. longer.
marked points strike –
spreading through you
and calling vital energy
back to the beginning
of your question (s).
Now, refreshed conception.
Pure-balanced cleansing
moving towards known
conviction(s).
Hold on – find lost.
Hold on peace to Found.
Found will guide you
to all that you surround.
Found.
2/14/09
inspired by the movie, “August Rush”
Erica Loloff
No more Elvin.
Took him for a walk,
and suddenly he became
Larry?
The kitties are glad,
but I am ultimately sad.
I love you Elvin-
I mean,
Larry.
10/26/98
Photos: Border Collie: “Diamond” who is now, “Annie”.
Sometimes,
I wish I were a cat.
No need for personal property –
Just existence.
1/27/98
Erica Loloff
Lime LightCoated in goose bumps surfacing red –
She, went to bed
atop an open-eyed gaze
conscious,
with a ceiling of foreign moments –
mindful and recent
in her head.
Winding down,
She, took a reflective breath –
exhaling a constant deciphering stage.
Always on – this is that – where am I at.
Succumbing from the truth in her day-
She, threw the covers
over the sound of loud cultural play
entering through the shutters in the dark,
tingling with a light breeze –
up the legs of where she lay.
Becoming again in déjà vu –
She, took the physical cue,
making the choice
to lower the heavy lids of transition
dreaming and escaping
until the sun peaks shone again
through the oversized lime light
of waking without delay.
14.7.10
Erica Loloff
Beating dark in ruby red
with gazing carmine reflection –
deeply fractured is the heart
pausing in discretion.
Vulnerable, fragile
soft and doubtful –
trust lacking in the wound.
Breathing out distracted pain,
from suffering that has foiled the gain
commences quiet –
seeping under a disjointed hush.
Now laying still in watching,
the pouring of desire
once more resumes –
contemplated into the depleted mold,
encased hence forth
with rivets of steel.
Convex calculation fills again
the surface –
re-forming the thought of love.
Close to wanting –
holding the wish of abundance
far inside the embrace
of lavished touch.
9/29/12
Erica Loloff
Pardon Me!
New Moon Rising
Sea-
Once I was a little girl…
I can make a circle with my arms, and shine light through my eyes.
I can stand and rise, yawn and spin, tilt and turn and lay down again.
I can look at the stars, cover my face and take a trip around Mars.
I can close my eyes, curl up in a ball and wake with the sun.
I can close my eyes and wake with the sun.
I can close my eyes and wake with the sun.
I could close my eyes and wake with the sun.
Pardon Me!
I run from cover to cover, level headed, eyes to the ground.
I sit in the dark absorbing light from a screen.
I complete normal tasks, task to never-ending task.
I struggle to breathe.
Sea-
I can turn off the lights and shine a flashlight in my face.
I can be hot and sweat out life.
I can close my eyes and wake with the sun.
I can make a circle with my arms.
I can stand and rise.
Once I was a little girl…
New Moon Rising-
Wanna play?
Erica Loloff 1/07
