Poetry

Fear of falling

12/10/2021

My bones are dust

Shimmering inside

Rattling all the ghosts

The memories of my youth

Splinter with the pain and my dread

Fear of falling is not wrong

I can not save myself

Truth hurts but still truth

I end crumpled.

And yet I still fight

I walk heels down striding

Head moving checking up front

Obstacles, trip-hazards, forewarned

I stay alert and dream less

No stories on the move

I am observant

In the present

Finally mindful

But missing the world inside

My headspace my universe

Still fearful feeling future falls

My mind not a sanctuary

Force reality

I’m scared of normal

I’ll never be.

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We all come from somewhere else

16/12/21

A thousand seasons ago

An ancestor walked far

Then planted themselves in soil

From this we grew, we blossomed

But our seed was blown in

We all come from somewhere else.

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The past  folds around me

7/ 2021

The past folds around me

It tucks itself neatly

Sits flat and smooth against

My body: mapping hurts

Scars unseen misconstrued

No not the enemy

It simply can’t be the

Truth. My narratives wrong?

Too old for a rewrite.

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Avoid the green

7/2022

Avoid the green

Embrace all the greys

And the flashes of bright

Punching the dank urban sprawl

With shimmering glittering light.

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Bones of dust

5/2023

Wrapped round bones of dust

My flesh encases sediment

Unbalanced and then staggering

Curved back shortening twisting round.

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Green apocalypse

10/23

Golden sun weaves through the gloom

Revealing rust and rot

Shining on decay

We disappear

And all the giants surge

Upward, driving, reaching

Twisting, Striving and searching

Towards the stars scratching the sky.

 

Anchors

5/23

Seeking a ritual

Hunting meaning

And scrabbling

For the whole truth

Yet no truth is whole

It just splinters

Scattering

Answers around

And never fulfill.

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