Tonight, I dream of a patient love Some statue of understanding who can be quiet, reserved unveiling themselves slowly releasing what they have to offer over time building such incredibly tough bonds A love so strong it lasts forever
Tonight, I lie awake and wish for some patient love who comes to me with creativity empathy and a deeper understanding than I have felt before something more in tune with it is I long for
I only think of what is coming holding my breath for that patient love I crave an intelligence and a maturity I have not known before…
Thanks for reading this old poem.
Note: I’m going to post some older poems which I’ve never shared before over the next week or so. They’re all quite early in my writing and are flawed in all sorts of ways (aren’t we all) but I thought they might be of interest to people to see where I started. T.A. 18th June 2021.
I used to hate this part of town After London it felt like stepping back in time as if all our momentum to the capital had been lost these shops with their hand-painted signs I didn’t recognise the names they’re not triplicated on every high street
And now I sit in the Crooked Café the waitress always tries to remember my ‘usual’ but I love that she never quite gets it right gives us something to laugh about breaks the ice as I sit alone and eat drink my tea and sketch my little lines
The walls adorned with guitars and records someone really loves the eighties the food is good the best I’ve found ‘round here the perfect way to start a Saturday it’s always busy people drinking coffee and talking through their lives there’s material everywhere for a writer-thief like me
Afterwards I’ll drift down the lanes between the crooked dwellings past out-houses, slate roofs, shared yards neat boxes all pushed so close together clinging to the hills I’ve learned to love this feeling just absorb the history let the thinning shadow of industry that’s still cast across this city seep into me
But for now I sit by the window stare out into the old street feel the season a little more keenly so grateful to have found my peace here where I can stop and think and write my little lines…