Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Monday, 30 July 2012
Two Folds
We've all had insecurity
Found wanting - unsure
Over silly things; lost keys
Forgotten papers, silly things
Over pretty things; fair hair
Swayed hips, pretty things
Over pretty silly things; arguments
Misunderstandings, pretty silly things
We've all tasted insecurity
Unwanted - the dry mouth
Over bigger things; myself
Yourself, ourselves, bigger things
Over barmy things; exasperation
Doubt, despair, bloody barmy things
Over bloody barmy bigger things; love
Love, bloody barmy bigger things called love
We've all shared loves insecurity - silly, really?
Unexplored immunity two up
Two folds
Untold communities
A Poem from the collection In such a shabby, crabby way Available for Kindle from Amazon