Dream #19

flying with brothers and sisters

screams of joy

uncontrollable giggles

screaming with brothers and sisters

pained by absence

collapsed in holes of grief

uncontrollable brothers and sisters

scoured by loss

wandering like orphaned kittens

absence of brothers and sisters

~

CLP 15/06/2021

Dream #16

there is sadness in empty time

marked by irreversible movement

of hands that cannot be rewound

tracking in relentless orbit

forward, forward, forward

not noticing the swallow on the hedge

not pausing at the sparkling brook

not hearing the rustle of yellow rattle

playing music in the meadow

not understanding this is it

that here might be happiness

~

CLP 10/06/2021

On Water xxiii

absence of presence

bottle; long-term substitute

happiness of toes

~

CLP 01/05/2021

Around Midnight

timing was never more important

than opportunity when hungry

we ate out, or would grab something

maybe just an amuse-bouche

at the bus shelter, a first course perhaps

irrespective of weather

because hungry is no respecter of climate

we always ate together

we rarely went without without

in sun, the rain, the snow

until naturally our routines began to drift

into more regular meal routines

before economy and fate peeled us apart

eventually

I returned one midnight

to oranges, not as a ravenous teenager

body craving any food or fruit every hour

these midnight oranges were rarer

at first a self-indulgent treat

until our segmentation complete

meant for awhile midnight oranges

were the only food

that I had to eat

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Two prompt: metonymy – midnight oranges. Good luck looking that up.

~

CLP 22/04/2021

L3 (Day 76): Holt

Are these people showing off about not having Covid, or has the local sub-editor got a sick sense of humour, riffing on the vulnerability of olfactory and gustatory senses in these coronavirus times?

Here, there is a growing feeling of cabin fever mixed with de-mob happiness. Is the prima donna yet ready for la grande finale?

~

CLP 23/03/2021

L3 (Day 71): The Waterfront

This hulk retains buoyancy despite it all, but to what end? Is remaining afloat enough? Is there still life in this wreck?

~

CLP 18/03/2021

In The Dark

It’s driving me bats

stuck inside, hanging around

our world upside down.

~

CLP 12/03/2021

L3(Day 64): Uncharted Territory

It has a name, but

where the hell are we heading?

And how’d we get here?

~

CLP 11/03/2021

On Memory xiii

In your deepest sleep

I woke to my own heartbeat

listened for your breath

~

CLP 15/01/2021

On 2020

Memorable year

One I would rather forget

Finally ends here

~

CLP 31/12/2020