I Gave

I gave you my hand, open-faced extended,

placed it softly on your chest.

You folded each individual finger into a closed fist,

returned it firmly and placed it lightly on my ribs.

I gave you my lips, passionately pressed,

on your bottom pouting kiss.

You blew them earnestly away without ingest.

I gave you my words.

Like rocks hitting sheets of armor,

they bounced off your cheeks profile.

I gave you my soul’s dreams, secrets, solved enigmas.

You danced around them with clever steps of avoidance,

swaying in confusion.

I gave you my heart…all of its passion, strength, and affection.

You returned it on a platter, pins and needles stitching notes of refusal and neglect.

I gave you my back, with all of its frost and demise of what could have been.

Footprints lead away in blundering position.

I gave you my life

You gave me regret.

© Elizabeth Zsamboki   

The In-between

Lost in the in-between 

Arms stretching, reaching,

extending toward you and me 

Neither holding or grasping 

Lightly brushing Your fingertips

MY...Momentary bliss 

Misconstrued connection

moments lost in translation 

Stuck in the in between of you and me 

Realizing I'm only "standing on the edge of your world" 

looking to find myself in the brushing tips of momentary bliss, 

found in the in-between. 

Elizabeth Zsamboki 

Art That Is You

You are are beautiful in all your mess, in all the grit and grim from life

you are beautiful in your muddy bloody shoes, saturated from your travels

you are beautiful in your tears mixed with dirt you've been dragged in along your ride

you are beautiful in your mouth full of smoke from your cigarettes, that carry secrets from locked boxes in your chest.

you are beautiful in the scabs on your knees, developed from the many pleads, to your God, wherever he may be.

you are beautiful in your song of things that came, left, and were let go.

you are beautiful in the momentary glisten, that appears in the center of your eye, as you dream of a better life.

you are beautiful in your desperate reach to be stronger

your are beautiful in your fickle yet surprising way of showing love.

your are beautiful in your silly, whit, and charm

you are beautiful in where you came, in where you are, in where you are going, and in where you will be.

you are beautiful in your skin

in your shell

in your depth

you are beautiful in your...

Art That Is You.

Continuous Capture

Life seems to be like a camera, continuously capturing moments along the way, I choose to develop and store beautiful images, simply learning from the unflattering on how to master finding the right angle.

(c)Elizabeth Zsamboki

Quiet Moments

It's in the quiet moments of my day when I remember the little things, they brush up behind me like an unexpected breeze that never lasts long enough. (c) Elizabeth Zsamboki

Landing Where I've Landed

wallowing in endless conclusions
rewinding reels of archives, depicting retained conversations
playing in slow motion
dissecting every word and wrong I could have said
numerous mistakes along the way, intertwining reasons worth defending
creating a script that I've printed in my head
anxiously needing to scream it, remove it, push it along my breath
translate it until you understand, accept, and believe
any harm to you I did not mean
My fingers felt yours slipping, fear of dropping, falling, landing
where I've landed.
believing there's less damage with a warning
wallowing in endless conclusions
rewinding reels of archives, changing, reinventing conversations
altering the ending depicting me landing where you've landed
©Elizabeth Zsamboki

The Wind

She moves, pushes, gently brushing aggression
Invisible strength and grace lowering
Bending the trees to their limits

Sudden attacks demanding attention

She rips their roots and tumbles the weeds
Interrupting the quiet gathering of leaves
Frightening them into a twisted scurry

Breathing uneven rhythm of heaves

Irritatingly nudging litter down the street bearing against the gutter
Burst of air filling bags of plastic inspiring them to dance
Until whimsically inflating up in flight

Pushing and dropping with all her might

Her soft breeze brushes my hair interrupting my busy mind
Others without warning and involving all her capacity
She comes at me with her heavy hand wakes me from my deepest thoughts
Forcing me to close my eyes as she swallows all their moisture

Vindictively challenging my posture

I watch her from the protected side of the pane
Listening to her howling definition of passion
Laced with her invisible power convincing the earth that she‘s alive and moving
A declaration only lucid, believed, and understood
While standing on the other side of the Pain

Only from the inside can one appreciate her beauty that will sustain

©Elizabeth Zsamboki