#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died

If I arise tomorrow, And forget that your soul Left this place, a long time ago, Would the wind stop beating at windows? They are streaked with rain and pollen clusters, fidgeting bugs and dusty frames, I don’t think I have a picture of us. If I arose tomorrow, If the sunlight lifted in particles,Continue reading “#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died”

#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”