on white lights

intermittent wipers
broken lines
marking where to cut
through naked trees
clawing at the sheet
of clouds
bright red triangles
black on white
warning darts
sharp bends
white on black
approaching one-eyed car
wobbles past close enough
to make me wince
and I hear you
"Slow down.
Watch out for the deer."
And this is what happens;
you become part of my world
as I drive toward yours

~

CLP 10/01/2022

on light

compared with the Sun
everything becomes grey-scale
without perspective

~

n.b. It has been a challenging few days, putting fingers to the keyboard as impossible as joining like poles of two magnets. The ‘must post’ became ‘can’t post’.

Now, a shift. Was it the sunlight? Was it the experience of movement in daytime? Was it enjoying catching up with distant friends during the Twelve Days of Christmas? Was it remembering no employer owns all my time? Was it a conversation? Was it spending an hour cleaning the bathroom (don’t ask)? Was it hearing the wren singing?

The shift is back ‘to ‘I post‘. Easy enough to say…

~

CLP 08/01/2022

on time

there're days that are yours
others allocated mine
no coincidence

~

CLP 07/12/2021

morning

light eases across bed
pulls back the winter duvet
solitude exposed

~

CLP 16/10/2021

on night

its cloak lays heavy
awake with longing for you
face of clock mocks me

~

CLP 16/10/2021

on need

it cannot be found
through the bottom of a glass
for love nor money

~

CLP 18/09/2021

On Absence ii

unfathomable

this longing for your presence

occasionally

~

CLP 07/08/2021

On Cigarettes

he announced I have given up!

six weeks and it’s rare I feel the lack

I knew just what he meant

having given up on us

but he omitted

how raw that rare

how this rare is more like blue

there is still a pulse

when the knife goes in

I twitch

~

CLP 25/07/2021

Ring Me

I begged, looking at the mark

on the third finger of my left hand

where there’s still an indented mark

that never tans quite so dark

as the rest of me

not since I took off that gold band

threw it in a drawer

three years ago, or was it four?

~

CLP 21/06/2021

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