limbo

It’s figuring out the direction to face
that’s more difficult than anything else.

when a kettle sings

As the first beam
of light replaces darkness,
kissing the early morning dew,
I stir and wake and think of you,
my warm cup of smiles
rising with the steam,
sitting on a four-legged table
inviting four legs
to release their weight
on four-legged chairs...
relaxed backs, soft voices,
an exchange of dreams,
thoughts, laughter...
a friend close enough
to live in harmony,
far enough to speak
a separate language,
yet warm enough
to feel right at home
in a square room,
the world passing slowly
outside glass windows,
while inside fills
with sweet aroma
and sweeter memories...

belonging

A roller coaster:
sometimes up,
sometimes down,
sometimes gliding sideways
with the wind hitting my face.

I was surrounded by them,
a part of them,
until they separated
and moved in opposite directions.

Now I stand on the sides,
occasionally passing
through the middle,
but belonging to none.


'Sometimes you want to go
where everybody knows your name...'

content

It's amazing how a little time with close friends can turn a good day into a great day!

paint it blank

I want to write, but there are no words to express how I feel. Silence is inadequate, music makes it worse, and words... words just fail me.

I want to write, but my mind won't unwind enough to tell my fingers what to say. It's a confused mess that refuses to sort itself out, even for the page.

I want to write to ease my confusion, to identify what I feel, to express them to my favourite silent listener, my closest release.

I want to write it away... but it just refuses to be made alive with words.

fallen

It seems disappointment is the theme today.

The most shocking part is
that I never expected
such a simple little thing
to disappoint me so greatly.

right here

This feels familiar,
this spot right here,
this place I wished to forget,
this area that reminds me
that my memory is often unkind.

This feels too familiar,
this pulling between two,
this sticking to the middle,
this choosing not to choose
that leaves me stuck... nowhere.

This feels too unfamiliar,
this nomadic behaviour,
this strange air covering
this once familiar place
that now forms strangers out of friends.

rejoining

This is a picture I did not take of two people emerging from different halls meeting at a corner, both stopping dead in their tracks to stare at the other, mouths agape... three years of separation and changes communicated in identical images of surprise and joy.

wake up

Whether we think we need it or not,
it's always best
to get a flaming bullet of truth
to jolt us out of our fantasy
and get our feet firmly planted in reality.

multilateral

Not many people understand you,
and not many people like you.
They think I should remove you from me.
I can't say I understand you fully myself,
but I can say that I
am not the me they know without you.
For better or for worse
you complete me,
you are me.