Blue Like the Sea

My blanket is blue
blue, like the sea

If I look
in the right way
in the right light
I can see it
moving
against me
like waves

and if I close my eyes
I can lose myself
in mermaid dreams
and swimming
against the tide
until I soften
and let go

and I am in
California
again
laughing
and falling
and tumbling
into the arms
of the sea

and I wonder
when I forgot
what my laugh
sounds like

until I reach
for my blanket
blue like the sea
and fall
into dreaming
of swimming
and breathing

15 May 2016
West Sussex

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The End

It was a game of bingo
or was it craps
or was it his voice
whispering
my name, softened
and rhythmic
and flowing
arcing
reaching
for a pause
searching
waiting
for the end

14 May 2019
West Sussex

South Downs photo taken and edited by me

 

In the wood

With each careful footstep
pine needles
the forgotten colours
of a forgotten autumn
softening the sound

she counted

until stars
came out
to greet her

and the moon
to bless her

only then
did she let herself
rest

only then
did she let herself
believe

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a wood in West Sussex

A Story of Love Like a River

They fell in love

Later
they would wonder
if they had ever known the other
if they had merely fallen in love
with themselves

Even later
they would struggle
to remember
the other
themselves
the places their heart
meticulously mapped out

but deep in their hearts
was a solid line
with tributaries
like a river

when the moon was full
and the night was warm
and still
they would float on the surface
gliding on water like glass
and let themselves remember

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Voice

I have
no voice

lost it, perhaps

or merely
forgotten it

This sickness
has changed me
is changing me

turning me
inside out

No
not like a hurricane
or a quick
tornado

More like
a piece of laundry
left out on the line
in a thunderstorm,
twisted out of shape

In the complicated
process
of freeing myself
I have forgotten
my song
forgotten
to sing

I am still
hanging limply
on the line
practicing
sounds
whispering
words
looking
for my voice
in the midst
of the loud
shrieking
of this illness

And I wonder
if
learning to listen
comes first

 

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