On Dreams

meaningless pictures

imagined conversations

unsettled senses

~

n.b. Lately people have been talking to me about dreams; what they do not mean; that they mean nothing, but how they disturb perception of the hours awake.

I have started having dreams; wake up shocked at the images that bubble into my conscience without content warnings.

~

CLP 02/05/2021

L3(Day 68): On Screen

It was disarming to see my friend online today after so long. The voice I know. The face, so recognisable. The smile, more beautiful than I could remember.

~

CLP 15/03/2021

On Leaving

Of all the advice

I’ve ever had, the best is

Close the door gently

~

n.b. Or stay and talk things through. Kettle on?

~

CLP 14/03/2021

Pyjamas

Ridiculous melodramas

Between two

Who once dispensed

with their pyjamas

~

n.b. With all due respect to YLC x

CLP June 2020

On Waking

From night’s dark places

Eyes open to a new day

Illumination

~

CLP 06/02/2021

On Reflection

Echoed words recede

Ripples on the lake flatten

Clarity of air

~

CLP 04/02/2021

On Friendship (continued)

We have all the time

required to be gentle.

Friendship will endure.

~

CLP 03/02/2021

Lockdown 3 (Day 25): Inside

A voice message. I hear the sadness, pain and anguish among the words, the breath, the hesitation and fluctuating voice. It is clear. My heart aches to hear it. There is no way to be there, to wrap arms around, to comfort.

A telephone conversation. I hear the deep breath before confession. I hear what I already thought was so. Apologies are unnecessary. I am grateful for the respect this honesty shows. Thank you for the courage you found to speak. I am relieved to find the story I built around lies can be re-constructed with truths.

A text. I see the angry confusion that comes from frustration; witness the retreat. I recognise the reaction, the wounded withdrawal to safety. This is not my family. It is not for me to intervene. My white charger is out to pasture, but I am here if needed.

~

CLP 30/01/2021

On Playing xvii

You playing or not

quite certain what the game is?

Me neither. Your turn!

~

n.b. The uncertainty seems to be increasing as physical distancing continues. Does anyone know what is happening to us? I write from a place of personal freedom, personal distance, personal isolation. Good days, bad days, happy days and sad.

When I read a book that mentions about going for a drink in a crowded bar, or for a romantic meal in a Paris restaurant; or when I watch a movie where people just move about acting out lives that mean having to be close to others and dealing with the intimacies of existence, I think, ‘Is this how it was, or will be? It doesn’t look or feel right. This is not how it is.

Interacting online with everyone is a miracle of technology, but I am tired of it. Everyone is accessible, everyone is removed. What is the game we are playing?

~

CLP 28/01/2021

On Memory vi

Snow clouds shadow day

our wordplay consumes hours

as we each other

~

CLP 05/01/2021