Everybody is alone onto themselves
That’s the dichotomy of being
We are social but nobody truly knows the other
All we negotiate is a common story
Tag: Poetry
Outer Hebrides: weather warning
Reflection on stormy days
A howl so ancient it sits at the beginning of fire and light
I want to run
Hunt
Sail
Dance
And howl at the moon, hidden.
What is ‘yellow warning rain’ anyway?
Something we never knew about.
Summer
Summer is in full swing
Songbirds stage a rap battle at 4 a.m.
Sun breaks through the blinds half an hour later
Gentle breeze barely noticeable
Goosebumps ripple skin
Growling you stretch next to me
Ice cream Sundaes fruity heaven
Intoxicating smells where ever you are
Ivy vines meander over the rockery
Lazy lizards sunbathing
Lightning bugs like nervous lanterns
Lady Luna lonesome at night
I hear the crickets in the cooling grass
Memory of the day’s heat tangible
I look up into the endless dome
Cathedrals don’t need to be made of stone
Grief
as opaque as the obsidian sea
and as deep
sometimes still
sometimes in waves
so massive, so strong they move the land
when grief holds reign
a tiny fishing boat
exposed to the elements
don’t try to steer
or you will capsize
I want to draw
I want to draw pictures with my words
I want to paint your world in colours you cannot see
I want to sing a song that speaks to your soul
I want to show you that there is beauty
There is hope
There is love
There is a tomorrow
There is worth in living
That you are worth it
That you belong
That you have a place
That you are connected
That you are strong
Writer’s Block
Stories rushing to be told
An onslaught of words
A lingual congestion
Verbs at the verge
BUT NOTHING EMERGES!
Night Dancers
Winter Blossoms
Winter’s blossoms
Skeletal beauty
Snow–white as bones
Memory and promise of life
Strange Befores
Strange befores
Aftermath in hindsight
Nothing
In the middle
But transient space
Familiar voices
In my head
Speak about regrets
Strange face
Old pictures
A me long gone
Nothing
Holds the wave of sadness
Could have beens
No more
Familiar pain
Throbbing
A sad song humming
Hope rising
Stranger me
Holding on to dear life
In a life long gone
Until my me broke free
With nowhere to go
Transient space
Fallen
I am me
Somewhere deep down
Like snowdrops
Green growth tries to break through layers of frozen can’ts
My stomach churns
The planted bulbs want to break free
And there is not enough space within me
For all that growth
I will have to become bigger
I will have to become more
I will have to become stronger
I will have to become me
I will have to heal
I forgive myself through space and time
I am fallen
I have landed
I have lost my sword
I yield my shield
I have fallen
Eons ago
I have fallen
Without worth
I have fallen
But never was lost
Never was unseen
Never did not belong
I was fallen
To come home
Poetry by Nathalie 