Look out for the words
falling from the branches
As the late spring breeze brushes
Poetry?
May 01
Look out for the words
hidden under the water
The moment before the wave crashes
a single crane
a single crane arriving
I feel the seasons changing
wrensong in the rain
People ask, so
I believe in the darkness
that balances light
I believe in the beauty of a kingfisher’s flight
I believe (predictably) in you
I believe (predictably) in me
I believe the kingfisher will always be free
my friend died
my friend died
and in the burning heartbreak
and in the acid tears
the memories of how we laughed together in the olive groves
returned
and there was joy in sadness
friends, Sunday lunchtime
conversation
relaxation
silence
appreciation
conversation
relaxation
a long goodbye
until tomorrow
never let go
I need to be held at night
when I shiver and shake and I shout in my sleep
I need to be held
and if you hold me
I will tattoo your name onto my hand
to hold tight to my face through the pillow
and if you hold me
I promise I will hold you back
and never let go until you tell me
Born
born deep
deep down in the darkness
we dream
until it ends
early morning sky
early morning sky
new dreams become ambitions
beyond the moon and stars
my mother’s mother’s (first draft)
my mother’s mother’s mother’s mother’s mother
[more mothers]
walked out of the sea a million years ago
[check timescale]
and now I find myself dreaming back in that direction
the sea as far as the moon-touching horizon
[and there is nothing to add]
simonsalento 