Tag: Poetry community
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Sins of empathy: an inventory
Helping refugees in fear cross the frontier….Committing the ultimate sin of empathy.
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Light mystical rain
I want the light mystical rain,that which envelopes as an invisible cloak,the one that surrounds and cleanses me,nurtures me and heals me leaving me,armour clad and restored to hope.
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Afterwards always ever afterwards
Afterwards I would like to be known as the first light shining through your eyes as you knew me. And afterwards as the reflection that, shone your true light reflected back to you.
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No commas no full stops
No commas, no full stops… Let our spaces be stepping stones. Let there be breathless semicolons whilst wandering questions and floundering ellipses lead us one to the other…
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the squalls before
a line of unravelling grey steel wool smudges the horizon… And as the closed around me walk on, I start running seeking shelter.
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Biafra 1968
1968 saw my first childhood famine, via shaky black and white broadcast : Shadows fading first so easily ignored…Unlike the confronting colours of today.At seven, I knew nothing of their world,I stared at their alien cobwebbed skin,stretched over-tented whitened bones,Knew not of their death-waiting skeletons.Their eyes pled from skulls shrivelling,Imploring to the life that beats…
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life jacket
You told me that this chip shard would float. That I could cling to it and fly fear suspended,Above all the full sized waves no matter the circumstance. Storms, clouds, sky even hurricanes. Except drought at sea.
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leaves swept
I must go outside againto count the leaves fall :in their careful circled way.I mark for nowtheir gentle rotationsas they envelop me.Holding themselvesmore gently than mewhilst occasionallyletting themselvesfly float upwardthen coast downwardin their final whisperingkissing the ground.They’re piled now :a first draftere the rearrangingthat takes place -even whenmy half circling feet disturbs themthey find their…
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advanced care directive
i didn’t ask you here so you could whisper,sugar sweetened hatelings at my bedside.i don’t want any of your death bred banter,intertwined with this – my last and final aside.i didn’t ask you here for your company:i don’t want to be inbetween your obtuseput downs and your over performed charity,while i hopefully lie semi demi…
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her red drips are forgotten
Her first red drops fall cracks inbetween,fear once dripping now are rivulets: forgotten by and by.(Her life is coagulated frozen red : no one tells her why).For those who would free her are forbidden – (she is a woman unseen).Her hope for respite, despite the growing pain,That stops up her breath: falters— no one is…
