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that she

I sit Cross legged On my bed Midnight is just around a star encrusted corner I watch out my window Constellation gazing wonder And I want to write a love poem But one for someone I have never really written one for This person She is amazing She can diffuse arguments with words of love… Continue reading that she

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Of love and lemonade and glass jars and not rolling down spirals

I have been neglecting my blog... I guess this isn't a completely terrible thing as it is still the holiday season and we are all still trying to get back into the swing of normal life. I'm swinging nowhere currently... it is 8.30am and I am writing this from my bed. A year ago when… Continue reading Of love and lemonade and glass jars and not rolling down spirals

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winter high seas

Timber creaks under our toes this lady moans underneath us protesting the storm when the swell rises and breaks salty brine bone soaking everything it does not knock us down Ocean whipped winds beat a war cry out on my chest and dance with my Medusa hair free I stare down into that blueberry plum… Continue reading winter high seas

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sweet reflecting future

Leather winged and outside my window Blacker than the night You cry in joy Bathed in the light of distant suns burning I feel this joy in my bones Have you ever watched a bat eat fruit? What more happiness is needed The sweet surrender to juices sugary flowing over lips and down chins There… Continue reading sweet reflecting future

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Relativity

Time is relative Dialation of moments The differences between two perspectives Velocity and speed and... It's just different Heat is relative The rise and fall of it The way it makes us feel You know, it's the humidity that makes it feel hot? Shivering and sweating It's just different Flavour is relative A flavour in… Continue reading Relativity

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with starlight feels

I look around At where รŽ find myself Today Body tingling with starlight glistening glimmers Feels a ล‚ot like hope and independence Never dreamed I'd be here I still dรตn't... Not technically And I don't need to Because I am here LiVing in the moment Not momentarily But monumentally Importancฤ— and greatness Seeing my own… Continue reading with starlight feels

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and love, anyway

I meditate in poetry Not inside it But the words that help to send me off The thoughts that help to ground me Are said in a voice that is fluent in metaphor Bilingual second language Imagery rich in vision and colour When I close my eyes I see myself Not as I look but… Continue reading and love, anyway

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roar howl battle cry

A storm clouds the horizon Like smoke on the battlefield Have I used that metaphor previously? Sometimes I cannot remember But of course I am not talking about a real storm Or real clouds or a real horizon There is no real smoke except for that which plumes from your mouth Tobacco sickness sour There… Continue reading roar howl battle cry

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across grassy lawns

I walk a path of most resistance Side walk, pavement, footpath, dark and dingy alleyway Trailing, meandering toward my destination But I can't seem to stop stopping along the way I sit and have a coffee in the gutter I wander into someone's yard to lend a hand I set fires and kiss hands and… Continue reading across grassy lawns

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flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked