Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
Less of a fork, more like a maze
Cul de sac, u-turn, or roundabout route
Chris-crossing cities, wandering wild
A rambling nose for amuse-bouches and side dishes
A taste for sharp turns, an eye for live mains
Which road is not travelled when most have been tried?
Still working the start menu, rebooting worn shoes
Still with a pulse and nothing to lose.
~
n.b. 
Day 2 prompt: A road not travelled…
CLP 02/04/2021
Does a line exist
between memory and dream?
You are still with me
~
CLP 05/03/2021
We hold form by day
take different shapes at night
twisted by our dreams
~
CLP 22/02/2021
London, Paris, Rome
Where ever you are I hope
Your love’s with you too
~
CLP 14/02/2021
Twisted stories shaped
from memories, fears and hopes
that shadow the dawn
~
CLP 02/02/2021
The door clicks a jar
compresses the draught
to a whistle that wakes me
from your arms, her arms, my brother’s
hand I held through a summer
night in the respiratory ward
down the corridor from coronary care
where he would be the next summer
and no one could visit
while he dreamt of life and dying
surviving dreams of dreaming
and not divining what was remembered
or dreamt even when sent home
to live as best he might when so tired
of medication and interventions
when all he wanted was to live
and love and still be the man
she married.
~
CLP 20/01/2021
