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Dandelion

How do you survive,

dear dandelion?

Abandoned,

trapped in the grim and gray pavement,

making your own way,

towards the sun,

resilient,

unapologetic and present,

cursed to be alone,

unwanted,

but always alive.

Alone in the city,

seeing all the world has to offer,

but never tempted to stray,

from the light of the sky.

I could learn so much from you.

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

Silvery

Sunday,

you are sweet on me,

staring as I sing,

surrounded by sage,

spelling out my own name,

with the spiralling smoke.

You kiss me,

in the car,

outside of church,

the devil is loose,

as you pray,

hands on my waist,

tender,

then tighter,

your resolve,

wrecked,

wavering,

wild wolves beat in your heart,

breaking free,

when we are alone,

and you are insane.

I am sweet,

on your sheets,

bound and beautiful,

yours,

completely.

Crowned by the glow,

of your chaotic energy,

complicated communications,

that spill from you to me.

There is silver seduction,

safe in my hands,

as I hold you close,

the night,

knowing our secrets,

but keeping our confidence.

I hear your call,

at the harbour,

when you return,

every morning,

but you cannot stop yourself from doubting,

that I am devoted to you.

I think you might love me forever,

fretting,

on the ferry home,

that you aren’t enough for me,

but my soul is in the sea,

guiding your heart towards mine,

and your name,

is clear and strong,

in every wave.

I wait.

I wait.

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Gardening

I grow white orchids,

under the sunlight,

that goes back and forth,

arriving,

leaving,

surrounded by poppies,

in the garden,

waiting for the day,

that they will surround me,

as I approach you,

glowing,

going towards heaven on earth,

You are watching me,

morning coffee,

keeps your hands warm,

until I return to them,

safe and smiling,

surrounded by beautiful birdsong,

watching our flowers thrive.

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal, Writing

Summer Nights

The summer nights are long and light,

I used to love them,

sitting with the sun,

but now,

the never ending daylight won’t let me rest,

keeping me awake,

and aware,

of how solitary the summer becomes,

when my heart is a hostage,

that can never come home again.

Maybe,

one day,

the sun and I will sit together again,

but by then,

I will be scarred,

softly spoken,

a new kind of broken,

with nothing sweet to say.

 

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

Night Walks

The world flickers,

fading away,

as you tell me,

that you think I could be meant for you.

I start to wonder,

my hair at the mercy of the wind,

my heart at the mercy of your own,

in a new world,

that builds up,

as you build up the courage to kiss me…

 

I start to wonder,

why the man who believes in nothing,

made an exemption for me.


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