#4 healing poetry; the ones I loved

We sat on the cold plastic floor,Outside a lecture hall, named after a man,probably. We cuddled up together.You saw I had Peter Gabriel’s ‘Book of Love’ open.You were shocked. So was I.We’d just discovered that our phone passcodes had just one digit switched.It was serendipity, of course.It had to be.I was embarrassed that you sawContinue reading “#4 healing poetry; the ones I loved”

#3 healing poetry; the magic of us

You wait in the blue-pen, red-pen scribbled margins of wasted breath,aching backs and crinkled necks.You wonder if they can see you yet. You keep your soul locked up tight,waiting for the luminous night,to let you know it’s alright. You always felt safer, there. You need to know it’s alright,To walk where they haven’t, to sayContinue reading “#3 healing poetry; the magic of us”

#2 healing poetry; the colour of you

When the dawn curls in,and the mist rises from the sea,when the leaves begin to sing,and birds dance in their trees –  I wake to the cold, and the colourof you. There’s a sweetness in the air,made of too many natural things,like honeycomb and jasmine,and the gooseberries growing by the swings. The kettle is on,Continue reading “#2 healing poetry; the colour of you”

#1 healing poetry; soft-soul slumber

I need to let my mind unfold,it’s time to sleep, before I get old,and tired of these looping thoughts, that track me while I wake. When I’m awake,I feel this aching in my bones,At the intersection of a forward/back direction – my hands seem to unfold. I wonder,Is my mind in my hands, instead?And isContinue reading “#1 healing poetry; soft-soul slumber”