they lie face to face
with gravity forgotten
forehead touching forehead
left foot touching right
each waiting silent
for the other to open their eyes
Poetry?
if the brain
if the brain is the locus of thinking
the belly the organ of loss
the heart must be focussed on loving and leaving
approaching mountains to conquer and bridges to cross
Morning walk
chaffinch
robin
wren
few-flower leek
wild garlic
goldfinch
robin
wren
injection
if you could pump my arm full of resilience
my heart hard-filled with hope
I would have no need for medicines
and perhaps again I could love
on understanding real beauty
bee-sting lips drip honey
faux fur purse drips money
me, my pockets are fully empty
but the smile in my heart will never leave me
hope spring forever
hope spring forever
Then summer stopping all our tears
autumn winter yes
hope spring green
hope spring green spring hope
warning songs heard as welcome
sunshine shapes desire
mother’s day
I try to build every day
I try not to be riled every day
I try to go wild every day
I remember you every day
look north
look north
more snow on the hills
sun glints on out-tide sand
emotions need no metaphor
you live to the south
you live to the south
waking in winter you see the sun before me
evenings I climb the highest hill
to hold it in my eyes a little longer
until suddenly like hope it slides away
simonsalento 