All this talk of cut cords, severed alliances
assuming of an adultness of understanding
a rationing of feeling
where one side metes out their emotions
only experiencing the right and sensible sensations
And so I forget to ask
is it cold, where you are?
All this presumption of absolutes, burned bridges
there being no way to return to stir this into a mess
a wall of arbitrary time, slotted days upon weeks
to hide the vision of what once shone so stellar
And so I forget to ask
is it cold, where you are?
All this forward thinking, predictive dreaming
pushing eyes and minds to see something not yet shown
clawing the edges of a still concealed future
an impatient Christmas morning of wild new opportunity
And so I forget to ask
is it cold, where you are?
Selfishly distracted, by the glowing halo of tomorrow
buoyed by a sense of feeling strong and free
my mind gets wiped, all compassion corrupted
when really I still care
and will wonder about you always
Is it cold, where you are?
and if it is, is there anything I can do?
If it’s cold where you are
is there anything I can do?
[2011]
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No, it is not cold….the furnace is still working at optimal. The cold that has grown in my heart hath no flame to warm that part. Thank you for the offering of a hand to extend to anyone as a friend. Not many ask ‘what can I do’…..to offer that assistance/guidance even if only in time to listen…. thank you for being one of those people!!
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Thank you for commenting. I wished I hadn’t ‘forgot to ask’ but in the end I did – thankfully. 🙂
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Blazing hot in Australia, both from bushfires and summer heat. Wishing you a happy New Year 2020!
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Thank you! Happy New Year to you too. 🙂 Yes, it’s heartbreaking what’s happening there. I hope you and your family are safe.
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Thank you, yes, we are in the city and only affected by smoke, the main devastation is in rural townships and farmland.
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Yo may have written this ten years ago, but perhaps your words are more relevant than ever today!
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That’s an interesting thought Ingrid. It’s a poem about checking yourself and remember to engage that empathy; reach out and make sure others are coping okay. Fitting now for sure. Thanks for reading!
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It’s chilly, but change always brings goosebumps for me. Thanks for asking.
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Change is exciting and all consuming. It’s so easy to forget about what we’re leaving behind. Thanks for reading. 🙂
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