October shed its skin
across these pavements
Now, November does its best
to wash the mess away
We glide down
the lonely streets of night
lost in appreciation
for the moody glow that guides us
You carry such a heavy heart this season
what was taken
brought you this blackness in exchange
and so I do
whatever I can
to lift it up for you
This dance of conversation
jig of gentle humour
all my attempt
to paint a more hopeful picture
Ease the crush of grief that’s levelled
by a cruel unfeeling world
And gratefully
I’ll give whatever part of me
might dull this pain for you…
There is hope
(I know you know this)
There is a hope
waiting to be held again
in those gentle, loving hands
(I know you know this)
yet it feels so far away this evening
You are loved by so many
(I know you know this)
There is nothing
but a pure, real, love and respect
flowing through my veins for you
(I know you know this)
but I wanted to remind you
in the hope
that you might cease to feel
so far away this evening…
[2013]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
The in-between (I know you know this) gives a great essence to the poetry. So well done!
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Ah thank you. I was tempted to take one of those out – but I couldn’t part with them 🙏🏼😃
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Haha good call!
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What a fantastic opening! And a strong sense of setting. I can feel this “cruel unfeeling world” deeply but also the glimmer of “hope”! Very nice work
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Ah thank you. Grief does strange things to people and they need a lot of love to bring them back. So pleased you enjoyed. 🙏🏼
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