27 July 2020

I set this date as the timeline
to have a plan in place:
a plan in unplannable tomorrows
a fickle evidence of our love
although it sounds ridiculous
so does the safe feeling
in a lover’s arms

Coincidence

I asked the bartender for a refreshing, citrusy and green drink.
He brought me a Southside garnished with a cute mint leaf.
I almost heard you say in that American midwest accent,
“It is originated from the south side of /ˌɪləˈnɔɪ/  and /ʃɪˈkɑːɡəʊ/.”

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Companion

our home
is neat and cosy
contrasting
my internal chaos
and
your slowly boiling anxiety
there is no escape
into each other
for healing
instead
we swim
in our own heads
together
side by side
to create stories
for our children
to read

 

smiling business kids with daily planners at home
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A Woman Can Dream

I don’t want to be awake
from a field of yearning tulips
under the indigo violet sky

I want to stay dreaming of
a future of you and me
in earnest paint brush strokes
and
waterfalls of poetry

 

Sorrow’s Whisper

The Living Poetry Prompt – Lament

My fingers tapping lines into your anxious heart.
They send music notes for the wren to sing by your front porch.
Little birdy what story are you trying to tell me?
You are slightly amused by its uninvited company.
If the wren could ever speak a human dialect,
it would surely whisper on your shoulder,
A lover’s lament across the great dividing oceans.

An Artist by Default

You said
you wanted to be a painter
from a young age
Then you gave up on that
after a few attempts
and a reality check

Now
you spit out phrases
to shut off
the squirming words
inside your sore head
You are not sure
if they are just noises
or music notes

As a reader
I see paintings
in a vast array of
pigments and colours
when reading your words

No matter how much
you think you may fail
you are an artist
by default

– dedicated to Mike Ennenbach Mike’s Manic Word Depot

Fading Love

It starts all over again.
The candle light is drowning
in a pool of waxy I love yous.
Silence is the inevitable ending.

 

close up of tea light candle against black background
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Learn Spelling from Love

Immeasurable

Incomprehensible
Inexplicable
Inconvenient

Irreplaceable
Irresistible
Irreversible

Unconditional
Unconventional
Unexplainable
Unorthodox
Unreasonable

Lover’s Concerto

I keep
a patch of springy grass
for you
in delight
next to me
a bed of luscious green
free of brown needle pines
in the shape of a romantic heart
the ocean caresses us
in soft piano key strokes
how about
we pull down the cloud
from the turquoise sky
to shield us from
the sweep of autumn wind
into our sweet concerto of love