Lean into the malaise,
It is comforting in a different way,
Like pressing on a fingernail quick,
A familiar and pleasurable kind of pain.… Read the rest
Category: poetry
guts
Feeling like I need to connect,
If only to myself.
A day of working with various people who leave me feeling insecure psychologically,
It makes me feel less than adventurous to explore this evening.
So, I reach out to myself,
Imagine putting my arms around me.… Read the rest
feeling like Christmas
Iced dandelion tea,
From a kitchen that feels like Christmas.
there is nothing nicer than unscheduled house work,
During the week, and waiting for an appointment.
Feeling good today.
It might be a shifting tide of hormones,
Or the sauna last night perhaps.… Read the rest
irritability now
Irritability bubbles up through my soul,
It might be the heat,
Or the fact that I am being played.
Let the grumble inside fester and curdle.
after lunch
The day ripens,
And the stones turn,
To reveal an industriousness,
That feels like sunshine.
I allow myself to get excited about the weekend.
The things that are planned,
And the company that I keep online,
Reveals a happiness that bubbles through,
The potential of my city.… Read the rest
after the fall
The floodgates opened,
Words that had been held static for days,
Stood up and demanded to be set free.
They flowed out into the night air,
Circling in eddies on the edges of her building.… Read the rest
words for comfort
No strength to work with abstract concepts online,
When nothing else but human connection will do.
And I let my life line drift out to sea,
Because I can’t pour from an empty cup.
Words, even if they are just connecting to myself,
Save my soul from despair.… Read the rest
When the sun shines everywhere else
Painting with words feels indulgent today.
my stomach is in knots and my heart feels so low,
If there is no warmth here and no compassion,
perhaps there is no way back.
it doesn’t feel right.… Read the rest
word parachutes
Feel like I want to bathe my mind in effervescent apple cider,
Not sure what it is that my soul needs tonight,
Can try writing. It might allow my soul to percolate in words,
For a few.… Read the rest
senses of a creaking soul
The creaking of my soul feels like an aching branch of an old oak tree.
It sounds like the door to my neighbours home, as they get home from the bliss of our city.
It tastes like the saltiness of tears that flow in a moment of acknowledgement of my heart,
My creaking soul smells like unfashionable cologne.… Read the rest