Reanimating53
@rebeccaklott.bsky.social
Psychologist; sometime poet/writer; mother of an amazing young man and two cats; lover. I’m always on the look out for a good laugh, a good book, good coffee, and great chocolate.
Poetry and pictures are mine unless otherwise specified.
Poetry and pictures are mine unless otherwise specified.
November 22, 2025 at 5:50 PM
It was in that moment
here, then gone
barely a Wisp of time
Passed by
when I Became unfurled,
opened, anew
How that gasp escaped
small, silent
as you moved in me, Oh!
my darling and
light Burst forth to spill
across my skin
#blueskyartshow #poetry #small
here, then gone
barely a Wisp of time
Passed by
when I Became unfurled,
opened, anew
How that gasp escaped
small, silent
as you moved in me, Oh!
my darling and
light Burst forth to spill
across my skin
#blueskyartshow #poetry #small
November 22, 2025 at 5:04 PM
It was in that moment
here, then gone
barely a Wisp of time
Passed by
when I Became unfurled,
opened, anew
How that gasp escaped
small, silent
as you moved in me, Oh!
my darling and
light Burst forth to spill
across my skin
#blueskyartshow #poetry #small
here, then gone
barely a Wisp of time
Passed by
when I Became unfurled,
opened, anew
How that gasp escaped
small, silent
as you moved in me, Oh!
my darling and
light Burst forth to spill
across my skin
#blueskyartshow #poetry #small
November 1, 2025 at 4:28 PM
fevered summer dream, how You kissed my lips
traced the lines of my skin
before suckling the life
from my breast
Only to flame out in dawn’s
mourning light
you have gone, it seems
leaving me cold, bare
Yet Autumn cloaks me
in promised rest
and another rising
#blueskyartshow #autumn #poetry
traced the lines of my skin
before suckling the life
from my breast
Only to flame out in dawn’s
mourning light
you have gone, it seems
leaving me cold, bare
Yet Autumn cloaks me
in promised rest
and another rising
#blueskyartshow #autumn #poetry
November 1, 2025 at 3:48 PM
fevered summer dream, how You kissed my lips
traced the lines of my skin
before suckling the life
from my breast
Only to flame out in dawn’s
mourning light
you have gone, it seems
leaving me cold, bare
Yet Autumn cloaks me
in promised rest
and another rising
#blueskyartshow #autumn #poetry
traced the lines of my skin
before suckling the life
from my breast
Only to flame out in dawn’s
mourning light
you have gone, it seems
leaving me cold, bare
Yet Autumn cloaks me
in promised rest
and another rising
#blueskyartshow #autumn #poetry
All too often
there is no marker
no way of really
knowing the direction
no handy neon sign
blazing to the curve
on the right
or maybe left, pointing
toward the road
that might get you
to that place where
you’re supposedly
going to
#blueskyartshow #theroad #poetry
there is no marker
no way of really
knowing the direction
no handy neon sign
blazing to the curve
on the right
or maybe left, pointing
toward the road
that might get you
to that place where
you’re supposedly
going to
#blueskyartshow #theroad #poetry
September 27, 2025 at 10:48 PM
All too often
there is no marker
no way of really
knowing the direction
no handy neon sign
blazing to the curve
on the right
or maybe left, pointing
toward the road
that might get you
to that place where
you’re supposedly
going to
#blueskyartshow #theroad #poetry
there is no marker
no way of really
knowing the direction
no handy neon sign
blazing to the curve
on the right
or maybe left, pointing
toward the road
that might get you
to that place where
you’re supposedly
going to
#blueskyartshow #theroad #poetry
To Matt
Where did you go, little
brother, when you loosed
the strands
to this life? Did you
find your way
Along the edges, Angles, the sharpened
peaks holding us here? Do you still see me here
—behind the curtain of light and dark? #blueskyartshow #angles #poem #grief
Where did you go, little
brother, when you loosed
the strands
to this life? Did you
find your way
Along the edges, Angles, the sharpened
peaks holding us here? Do you still see me here
—behind the curtain of light and dark? #blueskyartshow #angles #poem #grief
September 21, 2025 at 2:45 AM
To Matt
Where did you go, little
brother, when you loosed
the strands
to this life? Did you
find your way
Along the edges, Angles, the sharpened
peaks holding us here? Do you still see me here
—behind the curtain of light and dark? #blueskyartshow #angles #poem #grief
Where did you go, little
brother, when you loosed
the strands
to this life? Did you
find your way
Along the edges, Angles, the sharpened
peaks holding us here? Do you still see me here
—behind the curtain of light and dark? #blueskyartshow #angles #poem #grief
If you search among
the wild flowers, each
but stem and petals,
yet entwined become
bold and bright
my sibling foundlings
in this vast, lonely life
You will find my home,
my darling, my bed
my ever welcoming body
my kisses warming your skin
as I gather you to me
#home #blueskyartshow #poetry
the wild flowers, each
but stem and petals,
yet entwined become
bold and bright
my sibling foundlings
in this vast, lonely life
You will find my home,
my darling, my bed
my ever welcoming body
my kisses warming your skin
as I gather you to me
#home #blueskyartshow #poetry
September 14, 2025 at 4:16 PM
If you search among
the wild flowers, each
but stem and petals,
yet entwined become
bold and bright
my sibling foundlings
in this vast, lonely life
You will find my home,
my darling, my bed
my ever welcoming body
my kisses warming your skin
as I gather you to me
#home #blueskyartshow #poetry
the wild flowers, each
but stem and petals,
yet entwined become
bold and bright
my sibling foundlings
in this vast, lonely life
You will find my home,
my darling, my bed
my ever welcoming body
my kisses warming your skin
as I gather you to me
#home #blueskyartshow #poetry
I wish
to suckle
on the very sky
where you exist, my darling!
to nurse on
summer’s promise
remember life re-births itself
at first curled
in, tightly held
before unfurling for my lips
#blueskyartshow #summer #poetry
to suckle
on the very sky
where you exist, my darling!
to nurse on
summer’s promise
remember life re-births itself
at first curled
in, tightly held
before unfurling for my lips
#blueskyartshow #summer #poetry
September 7, 2025 at 2:26 PM
I wish
to suckle
on the very sky
where you exist, my darling!
to nurse on
summer’s promise
remember life re-births itself
at first curled
in, tightly held
before unfurling for my lips
#blueskyartshow #summer #poetry
to suckle
on the very sky
where you exist, my darling!
to nurse on
summer’s promise
remember life re-births itself
at first curled
in, tightly held
before unfurling for my lips
#blueskyartshow #summer #poetry
My book, The Intimate Edges of Psychotherapy for Complex Trauma: In Tandem, was released. It is a memoir of my journey healing from trauma written with my therapist. I’d considered publishing it anonymously, but I wrote it for a reason. I hope to speak to clinicians about the importance of our work.
September 1, 2025 at 11:31 PM
My book, The Intimate Edges of Psychotherapy for Complex Trauma: In Tandem, was released. It is a memoir of my journey healing from trauma written with my therapist. I’d considered publishing it anonymously, but I wrote it for a reason. I hope to speak to clinicians about the importance of our work.
The guys weren’t happy that I was packing, so they took matters into their own paws.
#caturday #catsofbluesky
#caturday #catsofbluesky
August 31, 2025 at 6:29 AM
The guys weren’t happy that I was packing, so they took matters into their own paws.
#caturday #catsofbluesky
#caturday #catsofbluesky
How, in those moments,
the sky aflame with
another shiny promised day
I turn, my darling one, body
opened to possibility,
to promise
How your touch ignites
the very core of me,
burns away the clouds
separating your skin
from mine.
#blueskyartshow #poetry #shiny
the sky aflame with
another shiny promised day
I turn, my darling one, body
opened to possibility,
to promise
How your touch ignites
the very core of me,
burns away the clouds
separating your skin
from mine.
#blueskyartshow #poetry #shiny
August 31, 2025 at 12:54 AM
How, in those moments,
the sky aflame with
another shiny promised day
I turn, my darling one, body
opened to possibility,
to promise
How your touch ignites
the very core of me,
burns away the clouds
separating your skin
from mine.
#blueskyartshow #poetry #shiny
the sky aflame with
another shiny promised day
I turn, my darling one, body
opened to possibility,
to promise
How your touch ignites
the very core of me,
burns away the clouds
separating your skin
from mine.
#blueskyartshow #poetry #shiny
August 24, 2025 at 1:39 AM
How my want
for you cracks
each rib one by
one—bit by bit—until nothing
can hold the skyline
up but for those milky
stones fallen
yet. My darling, would but
these very clouds bring
you to me
or have the winds
carried you away?
#blueskyartshow #skyline #poetry #poem
for you cracks
each rib one by
one—bit by bit—until nothing
can hold the skyline
up but for those milky
stones fallen
yet. My darling, would but
these very clouds bring
you to me
or have the winds
carried you away?
#blueskyartshow #skyline #poetry #poem
August 24, 2025 at 12:42 AM
How my want
for you cracks
each rib one by
one—bit by bit—until nothing
can hold the skyline
up but for those milky
stones fallen
yet. My darling, would but
these very clouds bring
you to me
or have the winds
carried you away?
#blueskyartshow #skyline #poetry #poem
for you cracks
each rib one by
one—bit by bit—until nothing
can hold the skyline
up but for those milky
stones fallen
yet. My darling, would but
these very clouds bring
you to me
or have the winds
carried you away?
#blueskyartshow #skyline #poetry #poem
in those moments
when your fingers find
my skin—landing just
there—
my darling,
while my mouth traces
the curves
angles of
you—catching each
movement—
it is then when
the pieces of us
join one another
arching toward the sky
#poetry #blueskyartshow #pieces
when your fingers find
my skin—landing just
there—
my darling,
while my mouth traces
the curves
angles of
you—catching each
movement—
it is then when
the pieces of us
join one another
arching toward the sky
#poetry #blueskyartshow #pieces
August 16, 2025 at 8:46 PM
in those moments
when your fingers find
my skin—landing just
there—
my darling,
while my mouth traces
the curves
angles of
you—catching each
movement—
it is then when
the pieces of us
join one another
arching toward the sky
#poetry #blueskyartshow #pieces
when your fingers find
my skin—landing just
there—
my darling,
while my mouth traces
the curves
angles of
you—catching each
movement—
it is then when
the pieces of us
join one another
arching toward the sky
#poetry #blueskyartshow #pieces
How do I know
that path? Has that
ground gone smooth
beneath the feet
of the before—me
travelers?
Or do the boughs
heavy beneath so
many stories bend
toward the inevitable?
Or is it that your body,
my darling,
moving before me
that I might find my way?
#smooth
#poetry
#blueskyartshow
that path? Has that
ground gone smooth
beneath the feet
of the before—me
travelers?
Or do the boughs
heavy beneath so
many stories bend
toward the inevitable?
Or is it that your body,
my darling,
moving before me
that I might find my way?
#smooth
#poetry
#blueskyartshow
August 9, 2025 at 9:58 PM
How do I know
that path? Has that
ground gone smooth
beneath the feet
of the before—me
travelers?
Or do the boughs
heavy beneath so
many stories bend
toward the inevitable?
Or is it that your body,
my darling,
moving before me
that I might find my way?
#smooth
#poetry
#blueskyartshow
that path? Has that
ground gone smooth
beneath the feet
of the before—me
travelers?
Or do the boughs
heavy beneath so
many stories bend
toward the inevitable?
Or is it that your body,
my darling,
moving before me
that I might find my way?
#smooth
#poetry
#blueskyartshow
August 9, 2025 at 8:41 PM
My darling,
it is in those places
not yet smoothed over—
those cracks
of imperfection, raw
and jutting—
where I catch sight
of you
And, from
jagged lines,
sharp—nearly deadly—
does the new
find light
to grow.
#BlueSkyArtShow
#poetry
#Jagged
#poem
it is in those places
not yet smoothed over—
those cracks
of imperfection, raw
and jutting—
where I catch sight
of you
And, from
jagged lines,
sharp—nearly deadly—
does the new
find light
to grow.
#BlueSkyArtShow
#poetry
#Jagged
#poem
August 9, 2025 at 7:20 PM
My darling,
it is in those places
not yet smoothed over—
those cracks
of imperfection, raw
and jutting—
where I catch sight
of you
And, from
jagged lines,
sharp—nearly deadly—
does the new
find light
to grow.
#BlueSkyArtShow
#poetry
#Jagged
#poem
it is in those places
not yet smoothed over—
those cracks
of imperfection, raw
and jutting—
where I catch sight
of you
And, from
jagged lines,
sharp—nearly deadly—
does the new
find light
to grow.
#BlueSkyArtShow
#poetry
#Jagged
#poem
Sleepy brothers. I don’t know how I could make it through some of my days without these sweet boys.
July 9, 2025 at 8:46 PM
Sleepy brothers. I don’t know how I could make it through some of my days without these sweet boys.
#blueskyartshow #poetry #psychotherapy #poem #rape #sideways
This is something I wrote after a particularly difficult session. I felt it captured what practicing psychotherapy is sometimes like.
This is something I wrote after a particularly difficult session. I felt it captured what practicing psychotherapy is sometimes like.
July 7, 2025 at 1:55 AM
#blueskyartshow #poetry #psychotherapy #poem #rape #sideways
This is something I wrote after a particularly difficult session. I felt it captured what practicing psychotherapy is sometimes like.
This is something I wrote after a particularly difficult session. I felt it captured what practicing psychotherapy is sometimes like.
July 7, 2025 at 1:29 AM
How you turned me
sideways, my darling—
slanting the sky—
that I might find the parts
lost, the scattered
clouds now lit
by the fire of your touch
by the flame of
your lips
Or was it me
who turned?
#blueskyartshow #poetry #sideways
sideways, my darling—
slanting the sky—
that I might find the parts
lost, the scattered
clouds now lit
by the fire of your touch
by the flame of
your lips
Or was it me
who turned?
#blueskyartshow #poetry #sideways
July 7, 2025 at 1:27 AM
How you turned me
sideways, my darling—
slanting the sky—
that I might find the parts
lost, the scattered
clouds now lit
by the fire of your touch
by the flame of
your lips
Or was it me
who turned?
#blueskyartshow #poetry #sideways
sideways, my darling—
slanting the sky—
that I might find the parts
lost, the scattered
clouds now lit
by the fire of your touch
by the flame of
your lips
Or was it me
who turned?
#blueskyartshow #poetry #sideways
Sometimes getting outside
that loss so deep—
the one
threatening to
rip away the very skin
and bone
holding your heart inside
your chest—
cracks of light
make their way in
and create life anew.
#blueskyartshow #poetry #getoutside
that loss so deep—
the one
threatening to
rip away the very skin
and bone
holding your heart inside
your chest—
cracks of light
make their way in
and create life anew.
#blueskyartshow #poetry #getoutside
June 29, 2025 at 12:05 PM
Sometimes getting outside
that loss so deep—
the one
threatening to
rip away the very skin
and bone
holding your heart inside
your chest—
cracks of light
make their way in
and create life anew.
#blueskyartshow #poetry #getoutside
that loss so deep—
the one
threatening to
rip away the very skin
and bone
holding your heart inside
your chest—
cracks of light
make their way in
and create life anew.
#blueskyartshow #poetry #getoutside
June 14, 2025 at 11:38 PM
#BlueSkyArtShow
#Joy #Poetry
I remember the bubbling-
up-heart-pounding-
singing Joy
that burst
through me
that last time my
body wrapped itself
around yours
As though the world
had been waiting
for our dance
As though the sky
itself played the orchestra
by which we moved
#Joy #Poetry
I remember the bubbling-
up-heart-pounding-
singing Joy
that burst
through me
that last time my
body wrapped itself
around yours
As though the world
had been waiting
for our dance
As though the sky
itself played the orchestra
by which we moved
June 14, 2025 at 11:34 PM
#BlueSkyArtShow
#Joy #Poetry
I remember the bubbling-
up-heart-pounding-
singing Joy
that burst
through me
that last time my
body wrapped itself
around yours
As though the world
had been waiting
for our dance
As though the sky
itself played the orchestra
by which we moved
#Joy #Poetry
I remember the bubbling-
up-heart-pounding-
singing Joy
that burst
through me
that last time my
body wrapped itself
around yours
As though the world
had been waiting
for our dance
As though the sky
itself played the orchestra
by which we moved