That sixteen-year-old words
scratched there in my diary
could bring the two of us here
seems almost supernatural
A spring-evening walk, so like us
the us we were as teens
when you were my first
and still my only kiss
as we walked the peaceful parks of home
Now, so many years stretch across
a wide valley of unshared experience
they squeal and dance between us
slowly and methodically we close the gap
spinning our silken bridge of words
I pull the feathers from your lungs
they’re knotted and tarred
dripping with the bitterness of isolation
they’re catching in your throat
Your silences
and the space between those words
they say much more
they say it all…
Your sorrow is a blanket of leaves
your sorrow is blossom that falls
and covers this park…
Highbury Fields disappears
beneath the tears I know you cry
in your silent room
from your hiding place
Recently, I read again of all you gave me
when the two of us were lost together
so I ask myself ‘what I can do
to help lift you from this place’
What can I do for you
what can I give to you
only my time, only my time to you
the healing warmth of resuscitated friendship
as we walk the adult evening
through this pretty park
And you can say it all
you can speak it all out loud…
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
Such beautiful imagery, I love it!
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Thank you Delia. This one was a bit of a throw-away poem on the way back from the meeting it describes, but looking back, I’m quite pleased with how it came out. 🙂
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You’re so poetically organized! Welp, glad this one made the cut! It’s sorrowfully sweet.
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Your lines sound like lyrics, right? Really well written anyway.
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Thank you Ingrid! I will absolutely revel in that thought. It was lyrics and music that got me writing as a child and they’re my first love. 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Hey Tom, you’re welcome 🙂 Could I ask you what kind of music?
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Hi Ingrid, you certainly can… I mention a few artists in my about section and I also made a playlist last year of some of the songs that have inspired me. If you have Spotify, this should work: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Ebk9zojhEKrXBqXTYYHUh?si=e4d0cc4d6b374d50&nd=1
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Thank you! I’m probably one of the last music lovers on earth who don’t have Spotify, but I can read your playlist at least. I checked your About. Interesting 🧐
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To be honest, Spotify is probably one of the worst things to happen to musicians and artists in a long time. I try to buy albums on vinyl in the hope some money goes to the artist but Spotify is damn convenient for listening on the go! 😊🎧
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I love how you told the story of first love and friendship, the change through life. It’s tender. 💚
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Thanks Cassa 🙂 It is nice to keep that friendship alive and help out when help is needed. It is a beautiful thing really. Thank you for reading.
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