Tag: Poetry

Maybe Depression

Maybe depression
If you sleep twelve hours
And still are tired
And can’t wait for the evening to arrive
Although you just got up
Yet another day to get through

Yet another day

That’s not you
You are happy go lucky
You are relaxed
Undemanding
Thrifty
Funny
Warm
Smart and
Smartass
Caring
Cheeky
Passionate
Grateful
Always
Learning
Moving
Reinventing
Embracing life
Joy
The little moments

Yet another day is looming
You can’t bear to face
Another day
Where institutional abuse
Is perpetuated
By government bodies
By family court
Another day
The voice of a father is silenced

The louder that silence becomes
The louder is your pain

And I am scared
So scared
That maybe
That one day
Is a day
You won’t be able to face

Ouroboros 01

Every effect has its cause
Every cause has its effect

The magic is in the knowledge
That you do not have to react

Break the cycle
Stop responding

Let it go
Let go of wanting

Open the snake’s mouth
Release the tail

So the snake is free
To go its way

Look within

Lockdown
Has put a magnifying glass on life
We can’t look out
We can’t look far
So we have to look in
So we have to look closely

What have you discovered?
About your surroundings?
About your self?

Roots

So my friends today nature gave me this image of two fallen trees. One without roots who died and one with roots who, although wonky, still strives.

Two fallen trees
Two fallen trees

Know thy roots
Know them well
If the storm of life throws you back into yourself
You have somewhere to go
Somewhere to hold onto
An anchor through space and time
Ancestral
If the direct line is pain
Go further back
Keep going until you meet the light
Somewhere along the roots there is light always
If you don’t know your roots
If life has displaced you from them
Listen
Listen carefully
They are there within
Maybe you were given new roots

Either way

Find them
So the storm won’t break you

Of Being

Just being
Fluid time
Fluid space

The days bleed into one another
Full to the brim
As ever

Owl hoots seep through open windows
A happy little churn
My stomach

Be present
In time
In space

Everything is tuned into one song
The rhythm of life
A metronome

The sun warm on my skin
Wind in my hair
My breath

Be grateful
For time
For space

To be continued ... what do you think so far?

The Month of May

Uncurling: fern in early May
Unfolding: a butterfly’s wing
Emerging: water lilies from a murky pond
Bursting: ripe buds in sunlight

Effervescent life
Bursting out of seems
Everywhere
Brimful

Impatience tangible
Relentless optimism
Everywhere
Overflowing

Breakneck: speed of growth
Ubiquitous: tender fragrances
Undaunted: birdsong
Emergence: of colours

Beltane

I can hear the blackbird call
Charcoal feathered bantam weight
And the cherry blossoms fall
Porcelain transparency

Spring air through a window pane
Broken by the passing time
In an attic on a farm
Echoes granny’s lullaby

Past and future meeting here
In a never ending song
The blackbird in a different sphere
His melody endures

Memories of lilac scent
Purple iris bolted on
Suspended I am now–was then
Walking through a time beyond

Each note is a step I take
Each breeze is a breath
An image every memory makes
Until none is left

I am on my way back home
As the wild wind blows
Gone the years and bleached the bones
What’s left is a wandering soul

Valentine’s Too Late

Two heart shaped balloons
Looming
Above their table

Him
Her
Starring ahead
Just so that they don’t

HAVE
to
look
at
one
another

Agony
So tangible
My eyes are drawn to them
A couple?
Window Seat
One of the best in the restaurant

The kitschy cheerfulness
of the heart-shaped balloons
Is fighting a lost battle

Love was lost when?
There is not even positive regard
Body language closed off
As if they just survived a battle
And now the king forces the enemy warriors
To reconcile

Happy Valentine’s Day

Poem present

I was presented with a poem today by the lovely CLMOOC folk and in particular Kevin who wrote it for me.