Feeling strong again
Climbing mountains
Blazing saddles
Heading back again
Trappers snowbound
Head for the hills
Luscious pelts
Grey smoke feel
Tidbits in brine
Pipe sipped
Port by the fire
Boots steaming dry
Only come in
To stay the night
Weather's feral
All right
These'll fetch
A pretty penny
In a patchwork town
Friday night
Seaside Daisy's
Walking in
Round 'bout half past ten
Never fear, she'll be here
To fill the boots
Of men
Photo by Ben Wilkinson, Wilkography.com
I am here
Beside you
My name
And yours
The sky is bluer
Today
All the more
For our meeting
May I read to you?
The sun is warm
On our face
The sky of clouds
Wind is chasing
Remember harbour view?
Years gone by and still
The sea comes in
Turns tail
Retreats at will
Feel these shells?
They are lovely still
Each a story
Of little feet and fingers
Grasping at sandy treasures
Your words are well-crafted
Many summers of memories
Laying in beach houses
Stored with wielded pen
Do you remember when?
You taught me all
That comes before
My day of birth
Through your eyes only
Do you know who I am?
A discerning ear
I am not one of them
Neither family or friend
Curious, though, a love
Is this the last time, then?
Will she see me again?
Wonder when.
For all is given
One thing remains
May I hold your hand?
A fragile shell
Exuding warmth
Breathing bodies
Wrapping wool
With love
A beating heart
Releasing beats
Pulsing life
Animate limbs
With joy
A shared presence
Sending thoughts
Creating ease
Illustrate life
With peace
A willing friend
Meeting smiles
Sharing trials
Accepting unseen
With me
Under the surface
Hidden work
Brooding keeping
Leading
Gliding above
Racing surf
Riding meeting
Retreating
Never between
Shall they meet
Till keel swills
Around furious feet
Smooth sailing
So it seems
It takes a village
So they say
To send them
On their way
Hands full
Of love
Breakfast crumb
Tea cold swill
Drowning
Not waving
Smiling
Frustrating
Who will be
Just be
With me
In revelry?
Storm brews
For longer than
Cafe crews
Stronger
Arms are tired
Holding up the sun
When fellows farewell
One by one
Who is left
But Mum
They need their village
People
Online only
Locked in
Wholly
Sleeping in
till one
Are we allowed
Some fun?
Ground control
Lost comms
Suspended bodies
Hearts and minds
Floating freely
Animated at last
By the touch
Of another soul
In space
Missing love
But alive
Admiring the view
From above
Longing to feel
Earth beneath
Weight of gravity
Between us
There is life
Inner space
Good love
gives life
Eyes to see
Ears to hear
Lips to taste
Sense to feel
Singing with
Heart strings
Mind mementos
World demanding
Attend to pain
Universe expanding
Growing again
Longing to witness
Presence within
Love is always
A gift
To give
Speech is silver
Silence is golden
We are all pockmarked by the scars of things that should have been otherwise, the way the moon bears the craters of collisions in space that it could do nothing to avoid.
My Year of Living Vulnerably, Rick Morton
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