I must have said the words a hundred times that night
close to mother’s ear , in hushed voice with shushes,
‘sleep mam, sleep,
try to find your sleep’.
to an ear that had heard my first ever cry,
and the first sounds uttered by three others.
A shell that had heard the lap or crash of many sea tides.
pinned back for orders in service as a Wren.
A vessel generously lent, often bent,
but thrilled by a husband’s laughter.
An organ that balanced her true singing voice
given in celebratory song for her belief,
that absorbed a bible and Salvationist’s songbook.
Open to aid all others, never deaf to need
this was now the phone for my repeating
‘mam,
try to find your sleep’.
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. . . find your sleep
Posted: December 28, 2016 in family, Health and wellness, Intimacy, lost, love, People, Poems, portraitsTags: Family, Life, Poetry, relationships
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where are you? I look everywhere for the foundation, something solid on which to plant four feet and enjoy the sun and yet we have hardly begun. Your laugh echoes disturbing my natural compass my balance, my wanting, the happy but ricocheting sound defies the possibility of physical mobility so that we can simply meet in measured, metered ground, that suits your needs. Should I build this place? Should I continue searching and end this eternal floating? Is that you, behind the sky that is so impenetrably clouded by the devils of others’ reality? Then an opaque realisation; your shadow glanced there but again only fresh earth bare. Where are your footprints in my tiny sphere of reference? Is that your dear, soft face, in the shattered reflection of my pooled teardrops. Please find my arms and make this stop…………… dwk09
. . . . . . only chest high harvests
Posted: January 30, 2013 in Brain Health, Health and wellness, People, personalities, RamblingsTags: Assisting, Character, community, fate, Friends & Neighbours, Gregariousness, Health, Helping, interaction, Mindset, nightmare, people, Personality, relationships, Togetherness
In this field of positivity, there is a stone. It cannot be moved by the plough of knowledge, it cannot be moved by the pneumatic drill of progress, and on it letters have faded to braille or have sharply chiselled serifs. Not Buddha, Jesus or Mohammed’s words, but text only understood by who finds it. The greatest obstacle to this throne stone?
Singularity.
There are many productive meadows, in which to create, re-model, re-design the future, but there are no roads to this fertile grassland and there are no paths on the range , only chest high harvests of realisation. Drifting so far from belief, logic or reason means many miles of life walking and if we find the field the best one can do is cling to the perimeter fence.
Some do not have fences as natural clustering or gathering together helps in the climbing search. Assists in the struggles with daytime movement and fights off the nightmare with mutual security. Civility is draining away, helping without gain is not fashionable. If you are not in the now you are no one. Rather group in a dark pool of street corner limelight, in the new team, the new faith, the new circle, as natural gregariousness will persist. These will never find the field, their feet never leave, in all its irony, street stone.
Difficult enough to find in a swaying harvest, one’s stone has to be uncovered, is cracked granite, or perhaps polished marble, but heavily compressed needs no test and will always be a cornerstone. That is our conscience or the still small voice.
dwk
. . . . reflection
Posted: November 13, 2012 in love, People, PoemsTags: Love, Poetry, relationships, solutions, trial & failure
You see,
the problem is the solution is:
it’s broken, adhesion
in pieces: willing togetherness,
dull shards bright futures
of expectancy, of a full life,
lost euphoria, that awakening
fragments of intimacy. engagement
Thrown many times in a single glance,
dropped so often, caught in closeness
it no longer has a chiming bell
a pulse. a passionate throb.
It so depends on how you look at line or range.
dwk
……. reverence
Posted: July 20, 2012 in Poems, relationshipsTags: Love, Poetry, relationships, self-belief, self-respect, way of the heart
Division destroys,
it locates the smallest crack
and levers particles apart.
The way of physics also seems
the way of the heart.
As unison employs
the healing of conscience
and setting aside of self.
Stable partnerships flourish
enveloping us, in love’s wealth.
Self-respect is only achieved
through reverence given.
......over the edge 