why was their son
given his mother’s
maiden name
how did his father
let go so so easily
of his inheritance
do we need to know
the moment of conception
amidst their journey of love
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
why was their son
given his mother’s
maiden name
how did his father
let go so so easily
of his inheritance
do we need to know
the moment of conception
amidst their journey of love
the story will follow
the line of the curve
of natural dispersion
of growth and decay
each chapter
may have its own curve
with show and tell
exposed in equal measure
part history
part psychology
part psychotherapy
mostly insight for examination
there will be moods
also opportunities
for resolution
and absolutely there will be love
alone
in the quiet space
i am quite able
to sensibly and sensitively forget
to faultlessly and figuratively remember
white clouds
black clouds
blue skies and sunshine
raindrops
snowflakes
walks on open moorland
alone
in the dark space
i am more than able
to independently and together share
also to liminally and lovingly just be
bluff
and double bluff
i loved you
but you did not love me
how could that be
how could that continue to be
he loved her
instead of you
how could that be
how could that ever be
on the certain line
of completion
as the eyes open
and the nostrils confirm
ylang ylang and nutmeg
and patchouli
from the joss-sticks
this being the way
to the beginning of the day