We’ve been together so long –
I don’t know how to be without you.
Your anniversary and birthday presents
are always crooked.
I am rubbish at wrapping them
because they are the only presents I ever wrap.
But I can learn.
Even with a bit of luck
I wouldn’t be able to laugh all the way to the bank
because I have no idea
where it is.
But I can learn.
I wouldn’t know the first thing about
fixing a boiler
or getting a loan
or booking a hotel
But I can learn.
I feel uncomfortable sleeping on my own
and wake up often.
But I can learn.
What I am terrified of is that one day
I will have to learn to breathe without you
and I will suffocate in the void.
Tag: poetry
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My Valentine
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Look-see
Cherries soaking up the sun –
semi-transparent,
sumptuous,
filled with liquid sweetness…
Roses taking the light full-on –
harsh contrast between the petals,
drama concretised in colour…
A fly –
black hole in space,
consuming the light completely,
transforming it into boundless energy,
incessant buzzing.
A quiet afternoon
with time
to look and see. -
Is it some kind of Zen?
The point that is worth recapping:
the sound of one hand clapping
is something that you can hear
with half an ear. -
Rustic Song
Under the shield of ashes –
forgotten passions.
Ashes add to the peat,
feeding the wheat.
Wheat multiplies and thus
it’s feeding us.
People with decent rations
have time for passions.
Passions that burn in flashes
leave only ashes.
Under the shield of ashes –
forgotten passions… -
Almost, but not entirely, unlike fish.
Underground is deep in places.
Deep under.
Buried in space and time.
Connecting the romantic awe of the past,
when the technology was new
and the belief in its potential – unrestrained,
with the pragmatic helplessness of the present,
when we take a deep breath
before plunging into the unknown.
No longer an exciting miracle,
mysterious yet knowable,
but a complex system,
poorly understood and therefore dangerous.
You have to enter,
to give yourself up to the incomprehensible,
to the frightening and uncontrollable,
on a daily basis.
Just to get from A to B.
That’s how we travel in the close,
crowded space of the city.
That’s how we travel in time,
progressively more complicated.
Taking a deep breath
before plunging into a crowd
like water.
As you go under,
you can no longer hear the rain.
The water does not transmit sound,
it exerts pressure.
Comforting and stifling, it holds you tight.
Deep under.