Sunday, November 17, 2019

I have a box
Where I hide the hurt, the longing and the melancholy

Some days I take it out,
Open it and take out the pebbles within
And put them in my mouth
To feel their texture
To feel the base of my spine
Explode

I close the box
And the blood and the dewdrops
And the ticking clock
And the warm radiators
The washing up
And everyday slices of rhyme
Elide into the next.

Friday, May 3, 2019

darkness has fallen
and I must weigh every ounce.
I must surrender to my emotions
not fight them
and let the night run its course.
There is a freedom in letting go.
There is a release.
I will sleep
I will walk
I will breathe
I will carry on screaming
until I laugh.

Sunday, November 25, 2018

Play a game of catch
with the thoughts inside your head
focus on your breathing
and try though you might
your wild mind will wander off:
with the glee of a toddler.
Catch.
Return your mind to the safety
of the breath and so it goes.
Try and catch.

Sunday, November 4, 2018

abandoned on the beach
my driftwood heart

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

my pineapple knot
of love, a created thing,
I tie and untie

Sunday, July 15, 2018

navigation stars,
journey from anxiety
to the stillness: breathe

Sunday, July 1, 2018

there is nothing left
but to enjoy the blue sky
and smile at the sun