on need

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

~

CLP 18/09/2021

On Hope vii

when will this sadness end?

she asked, because she knew it must

we both could feel the cold lump of it

in our stomachs, welding us together

when we are both happy?

I offered, to see how happy might sound

it sounded like a bowl of tears

a set of randomly selected letters

it reprised the call of an albatross

fatally wounded

~

CLP 22/07/2021

On Water xxvii

bent double by grief

sadness enough to birth rivers

path shadowed by tears

~

CLP 04/05/2021

On the Street vii

~

Grey, cool rain persists

Days run together down drains

Mingling with lost years

~

CLP 06/10/2020