Author: jennyhayut

~the bridge~

steps faltered 

among heights not soared 

until fingertips offered a better view 

and you, my love chanced it 

as I’d hoped all along you’d do 

hand in hand our pace slow 

along this bridge tall and wide 

where waterfalls skirted locks 

that held our every tide

fears not subsided 

yet didn’t own that line

as you walked across with me 

my hand holding on tightly 

to this love of mine 

tiny gestures you give

tokens of every part

priceless wonders yeah

but every one stealing

this ever bleeding heart


even in repose his mind somersaults 

to every word she speaks

every moment transfixed 

in the quiet of his hold 

with quill he navigates 

to the secret garden they own 

beneath a midnight moon 

each psalm she once spoke 

becomes breaths stolen 

parading along paths 

fingertips to fingertips 

where she once walked alone 



the resonance that vibrates 

beyond fields unplowed 

she aches for it 

forever needing more 

the shades of him 

those that echo brazenly 

through the enchantment 

of his roar 

sometimes with zealous thunder 

standing proud

others aloof 

a whisper in the crowd 

sometimes timid 

a cry in the night 

then others contemplating 

a reason not to fight 

the one that grows loudest 

the one that keeps her near 

is the growl that begins slowly 

finding its home within her ear 

resonating it’s desire, it’s intent 

it’s every need 

she answers with stillness 

forever giving him the lead 

that ghostly roar 

the reminder he is there 

through the night, through the day 

those many shades of him 

she need not beckon to stay 

for he is home

they both know it to be true 

the truth there behind his eyes 

matching her own hunger 

within each and every hue 

her lover, her guide 

the lion of her blush 

drinking every bit of him 

with no intentions to rush 

giving her soul 

for he keeps it within 

between those roars 

where her heart became whole 

once again 


beneath this tree I look to thee 

high above you’ve perched your soul 

its nearness I no longer feel it’s flow 

for i sense you have seen 

that my heart has found a kindred beat

beyond the one you left bleeding 

my hand he took with gentle persuasion 

knowing somehow before me I’d take it 

perhaps you went to him in a dream 

and whispered your worry of me 

guiding him to this place where we seem now to be 

my heart again is full my love 

he is the umbrella you left behind 

I feel you thought, you knew I’d find 

he spreads his love like marmalade 

you’d laugh no doubt at his quirky ways 

his voice and choice of words 

he’s so different yet so very much the same 

he fills this void I came again to have 

when you rode the wave 

that healed your pain 

yet gave me mine 

between fingertips he ignites this woman 

that I’ve become 

in part from you 

in part what was always there 

that I had not the courage to see 

like looking in the mirror 

seeing now not one, not two but now three of me 

he chooses every one to love as I of he 

for he’s not perfect just as we 

he knows these channels 

where weeds seem always to threaten

the manicured path we strive to walk 

I see in him this will to procure 

every bit of heaven that chance deems us have 

and have we shall one fine day 

as you sit upon that tree 

smiling down on me 


you didn’t make this me 

it was hiding beneath 

wandering, drowning 

in my own self made ocean 

swimming dipping 

some days floating along this unknown current 

that I let take me 

content with the not knowing 

of what should be 

losing faith 

after hope fell between 

fingertips to ashes 

whispering now to trees 

some days as if mocking a memory 

yet this one fine day 

when a rebellious current came 

the herons flew 

in perfect symmetry 

as this something shifted beneath me 

swirling ever slowly 

until I found myself 

turned to you 

a something new 

but no not really 

it seemed you’d just taken a breath 

and found another way 

to call to my heart 

your words

like a chorus of rain 

within the enchanted forest 

I’ve now come to find my way to  

along the riverbed 

where my heart rewinds 

set to play 

as new chapters bear our names 

through your quill I find 

my new current….

Poe Places: An East Coast Journey in the Footsteps of Edgar Allan Poe: Petersburg

After marrying his cousin, Virginia Clemm, then age 13, in the spring of 1836 in Richmond, Virginia the two departed for their honeymoon coming to Petersburg, Virginia. They stayed on the second floor of the Hiram Haines Coffee House, owned by poet and writer Hiram Haines and his wife Mary Ann, who was a childhood friend of Poe’s.

It’s unsure whether they stayed as little as a few days or two weeks. The coffee house is no longer open and at the time I visited a sign was on the door with a real estate agency seemingly the building being for lease.

These Stones: a poem

i let myself fade to you
knowing the anchor is not through

it presses upon my hollow chest
no will to fight or protest

it dares me not to cry
as I push back the ache with an empty sigh

my head swirls, words circling, once again falling prey
as the rapture returns with its needful intent to slay

haunted by my own thoughts and the words you slur
from frustration and stubborn pride we both continually stir

resentment and desire to throw it all away, gives us constant whiplash this thing we promised
never to betray

what lies beneath us, the darkness that makes you and I
has always been our savior, never to stray away from or lie

yet we are challenged it seems every day
to embrace what we have, instead slipping further and further away.

i know not what rests in your head
if you’ve willed it away or wished it dead

as for me I cannot explain this bond refusing to break
perhaps fate found me you to cure this ache

or maybe a stepping stone for my soul to mend
from the torture I’ve caused it, unsure how to bend

or perhaps I to you to show you the way
beyond the path you thought you’d stay

or maybe the tool to purge a mind
from all that baggage trailing behind.

so when i let myself numb the world and think of you
the first thought I have is were your words true

from all that we’ve shared
it was always obvious to me just how much we cared

but it’s hard for me to accept that we have failed
after chartering waters neither of us have sailed.

how can we just let it all go after having the courage to let the most darkest pieces of ourselves

emotions can be such a powerful drug
that can force us to push feelings under a rug

or cause us to act in disarray
react or say things we don’t mean to say.

insecurities own us, blind us to what’s really there
prisoners to our minds, stripping us bare.

i know this thing I feel is something all together new.
it’s that thing inside that keeps pulling me to you.

there it is the world, coming back into view
i push my thoughts away again, as I repeatedly do.