i remember you asked
could you ask something of me
would i be able to meet you
after your summer school
to spend a weekend together
of course you said
you would fully understand
if i was busy
if i couldn’t get away
to be with you
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
i remember you asked
could you ask something of me
would i be able to meet you
after your summer school
to spend a weekend together
of course you said
you would fully understand
if i was busy
if i couldn’t get away
to be with you
it is today
this vision of you
with mountains and clouds
out in the ocean
swirling and dancing
alive with joy
as a gift of love
to the whole of society
it is today
that i begin
a new presence on instagram
with a retrospective
of my series
of an image of a woman
beside a poem
with inspired connections
it is today
that i think
of the first of october
when my life
will take another departure
on my journey
through education
whatever that means
my head is alive
spinning you might say
from the land of dreams
on into meditation
all the while waiting to return
to the phd submission
is it time for academia
to loosen
its stranglehold on poetry
will social media gift the words
back to the masses
or will the bright shining stars
be consumed
by the machinery
of establishment and status
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yet all that i want is to write
you know
to be understood for one thing
i don’t mean
to be well understood
i wouldn’t want that now would i
actually there is one other thing
who was that leaving
without saying goodbye
is that the end of the singing
is the ukulele practice over
surely not without a refrain
are you smiling
or were you pensive
are you sad
or were you frustrated
did you ask a question
or was that me
are you annoyed
or were you surprised
did you have something to hide
to whom were you writing
is there any reason
that i ought to know
in the park
by mother and child sculpture
you are playful
filled with joy
is this your dream space
or was it mine