Thank You for Making Me Smile, Love

When I exist In a space Of love It doesn’t Hurt less It hurts Clearer And good People Find me In the midst Of little Despairs Making repairs By sanding The edges of my Smile (I’ve turned to Wood) They let My cheeks Draw rainbows In the air And I Am constantly Amazed That healingContinue reading “Thank You for Making Me Smile, Love”

Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz

We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road.One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture. O my love,Continue reading “Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz”

The Writing Balm

When we stand in drifts of rainThat bathe our bodies underTrees that shudder in windCarrying new seeds to new placesWe know that nature is somethingto fearand to wonderat.I wonder at the rows of tulipsBright like freshly kissed lipsat dawn, and it reminds meof sweeter holds in bedroomsI’ll never visit again. I didn’t wander lonelyI wanderedContinue reading “The Writing Balm”

That Dance

So I closed my eyes And I cut my hair Wondering if anyone else was there That you could see With eyes so wide It almost defied Belief – It’s not the seeing that’s lost But your presence was the cost Of a self-entitled, self-appointed ignorance To loss I was the cost, and you madeContinue reading “That Dance”

#28 healing poetry; believe

The air is cool when the sky is brightThe mist rolls in the thick of moonlightThe world rests in an opaque veil I wonder if I could hear the wailOf an albatross at sea With all this silence, I shouldBelieveThat if the world were to speakI would hear and repeatThe cadence of the danceBetween womanContinue reading “#28 healing poetry; believe”

Sea & Coffee

Dusky stars eat clouds leftover fromsunrise. I’ve been waiting for the sunset,to see how the sea sets,as the rise of the tide,reminds me of the breathI can never seem to catch. I feel my pores breathe in,and my tongue imaginesthat I taste of salt and coffee. I wonder if I taste like thesea and coffee.Continue reading “Sea & Coffee”

#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”