In the hazy summer light,I fight, I fightGentle demons that onceVisited me at nightNow, they hitch rideson dust motesand oh – what a sightwhat a sightdemons turn toangels – mid-flight.I fight, I fighttheir handsclutching atmy heart.Tearing apartFrom the dark –I start, I startTo sing a lullabyI knew long agoNow the flowersBegin to sway Their petalsAreContinue reading “#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons”
I fall asleepto the moontide,noontide, after-in-between darkthat I thought smelledonly of the spaces between yourlegsI tasted the dawn, brieflybefore skipping to the nexttown for coffeeand I held his handfor a moment – his soulthe water stills at timesWhere you least expect toSee the reflection of theWorld as something beautifulBut there you stoodSlightly unsure, totally misjudgedInContinue reading “#29 healing poetry; starlight steeped souls”
It took me a secondTo recognise that the toneOf our storyHad changedThere was no rhythm in myWordsWhen I eked out theDrama through laughing lipsMy hips are shapedTo this chair whereOnce your lap held meAnd I tried to squirrel myselfDown into a shapeThat would please you moreIt took me a secondTo recognise that the toneOf ourContinue reading “Goodbye Coffee Cup”
It occurred to me today that when I write I am actually looking for something. Searching, sometimes, with an almost clingy desperation for someone to witness the pain and the joy and the small moments of my life that elicit pre-verbal reactions that I never want to explain in the moment. For example, love thatContinue reading “Writing and witnessing”
I took a momentFrom the palm ofYour handYou knew, didn’t want to understandForever’s not granted to usOnly this momentary love Slip me the warmth of your kissI’ll miss you.Show me this, momentary loveI’ll miss youHold me when the dawn lifts up,Before you leaveThis momentary love I took a momentFrom the palm of your handYou murmuredContinue reading “In a moment”
Someday I’ll write you a poem of fireYou’ll be crying to the nightAbout the desire that you severedFrom your heart when the old shellBegan to break again and again Someday I’ll write you a poem of fireThat will turn your tears to steamIn it we’ll scream togetherVeiled, so they won’t see our faces twistAnd askContinue reading “A poem of fire”
I sip some water and think about my needsin this strange eraof pandemic’s and reamsof sorrowunraveling on my screenthat are not mineit’s a strange thingwhen sadness wakesyou to careyou had not knownyou had anymoreit’s strange how wallswe builddisintegrate, with tears.
I caught myself sound-byting my pain. It was sort of interesting to witness, I wanted to be authentic and here I was doing something pretty similar to what I’ve always done – giving just enough to make you feel you know me, then pulling all of the intricate moments of my life away, leaving bothContinue reading “The Price of Inauthenticity”