A hole in the earth

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I’ve watched the sky burn
many times, in my lifetime.
It was always the deal
for the hapless and the poor.
But it is not for everybody.
Even though some try to erase
perfection after perfection.
There are some who move
beyond the domes of old faces.
And see life turned upward.
Sweeping, and no longer
tied at the mouth.
To know even this makes
everything more bearable.
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There is no refuge

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And when the rain fell.
Those inside watched.
Afraid to walk on the
the borders of green things.
They held each
other’s hands tight
and dressed in their
Sunday clothes.
Ready to make
a TikTok video.
While waiting for the
protocols to change.

Brain-smashed and
stir-fried together.
They dreamed of
the old county.
And mama’s homemade
cheese cake.
While outside the rain fell,
dissipating into
isolation and loneliness.
But the TikTok
numbers are high.
And free range
is no longer hip
Now can we go
out and play.
​

Some clouds are heavy

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​Moving slowly over
​a wide space.
​A dark and angry sky.
On the streets,
blind eyes that tell you
where to go – but
do not care.
But I have my own
selfish appetite –
the repitition of love.
And how your
breasts touch my own.
Woven into midnights braid.
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Some huddle in their lifeboats

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‘We’re all in the same
boat’ they say.
‘Really’ I say.
With my coat weighed
down with tears.
From breathless patients
who have lost all hope.
With my shoes caked
with the nightmares of stalled
dreams and lost lives.
That scream night after night.
And you who sail in the sky.
Watching a hundred
thousand ambulances
scurry around the city.
Like a swarm of
sugar ant workers.
Congregating around
a dead magpie.
Hard to think we are
in the same boat.
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Looking towards the frozen shadow

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​I look outside into
​a melancholy autumn mood.
​The garbage is being cleared.
​But the hearts and lungs are eroded.
​’Let it be’ they say.
​It is just the way it is.
​No hugs or kisses.
​Just surrender to your loneliness.
And listen to the birds warble.
But I hear the magpies
calling out the streets.
Empty of sadness and
pointless screeching.
And the sun washes the back of life.
I’m on a journey that questions
this autumn mood and falling glitter.
A journey that is not silent
and ends in another place,
in another time.
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Waiting for my return

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I am of this world.
And soon will I lie.
With only others
to tell my words, my name.
But not today.
Over the broad water,
by an autumn field.
The one I love.
Sundered from my soul.
Waits for my return.
Until I am wet with
dawn’s dew, and
her sweet lips.
I am unable to sleep
this long night.
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The life of sounds

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Beneath this spreading shade.
There is such beauty as I can see.
Alive in soft gentle moments.
Formed in your heart.
And though the pensive
hawks fly around.
Turning back time and sound.
Your voice, your love….
Inspires a dance in my heart.
And my feet once again
walk in luxuriant gardens.
The zest of unwavering purpose.
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To the east like the moon

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Lonely leaves
fall from the trees.
And I have a mountain
ahead of me.
Your love gives
me hope day-by-day.
No matter how far away it is.
Others flow as dark water.
I flow with your last kiss
burning in my heart.
Like the wind pushing
up the waves.
This is our way.