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Thursday 19 March 2015

33

What I didn't make up I didn't make up, what brought the tears was that I didn't know how
What I hadn't said I hadn't said, what brought the arrears was that that I didn't know how
Into the light and into the shadow, both so strong you wouldn't know how
Into the air and into the meadow, both so desirous you wouldn't know how
If you could feel the stillness, say it, all without words, would that you, wouldn't know how
If you could bask without ever feeling the needing, if you could but you, wouldn't know how


Wednesday 18 March 2015

32

I wake, from the sight and sound of stripping wallpaper, I know where the bedroom is but I won't bore you with the detail, suffice to say that in my half-sense stupor I feel to be in that place as I get out of bed.

I recognise that I am doing something which makes the maximum impact for the minimum effort, my heart isn't in the task and I leave it, as most things, half-completed.



Tuesday 17 March 2015

31

I have given something up, or rather had it taken from me
I haven't found a replacement and know not what I am looking for
My own gentleness is fading amongst all the gentleness that surrounds me
Belligerent and bombastic are two words to describe my current way of going on

It's not what anyone wants, not that I know what anyone wants
Other than I have the idea of a straight line, a clear sky
A dream of a quieter place with time for deeper reflection
Somewhere to be myself, to find something there to be true


Monday 16 March 2015

30

Pitch black
Out of the windows
Turning slow to light
Tree branches wave
Wild in the wind
I felt excluded
Set out to be set alone
Unable to soften
Unable to reach you

Intolerably awkward
Disingenuous
How to salvage compassion
Or best to pass on the baton
All of this before
The rains came
And the music played

All of this before
The tea and the toast
And a warm bath


Sunday 15 March 2015

29

What then
With a new beginning
What then
With no end in sight

What then
With no purpose given 
What then
For fight or flight

Pages and pages
Books of blank paper
Thoughts and thoughts
Finding hopes of continuity

Ages and ages
Searching is a right caper
Noughts and noughts
Climbing ropes for security

What then
With a new halfway
What then
It's moving on, right

What then
If still squandering
What then
Of that second sight