YOUR PLACE

There is a far off place
You go to.
I see it in your eyes
When you are sitting next to me.
Quiet.
I wish you would take me with you,
Guide me with loving hands
To this hidden world of yours and
Show me
Everything.

Perhaps
I am there with you already but do not see?

The blind invader of your dreams
Who has fallen in love with every
Beautiful, rough edged landscape of your mind
And who has taken up permanent residence
Refusing to leave
Because it’s too far to travel back
From this imperfect place
That I wish to conquer,
Not destroy.

Perhaps
I am there already?

Your imaginary captive
Blindfolded and chained
To the thoughts that unnerve you,
The desires you can’t articulate,
That live there in your heart of darkness.
Lock me up.
Throw away the key.
Let me see.

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Waves

You asked for the other side of the story,
The one that lies behind the wall
I’m slowly piecing back together
To stop the flood,
To make you feel safe.

If you could look over the wall,
The other side might look different:
A constantly shifting sea
Of grey and blue and white,
Changing with the wind,
Uncertain,
Certain
Of you.

To me both sides are the same:
Swells of untameable love
That rise up and break in waves.

It’s just,

On one side I ride them recklessly with you,
Whilst on the other they quietly drown me.

 

 

 

 

Time For

If we only had a second
I’d aim a smile your way
For two there’d be a kiss
To try and make you stay.
The same again for second three,
With the hope by second four,
You’d be down upon your knees,
Begging me for more.

If we only had a minute
I’d hold your hand for five,
Fingers laced together
Trying to survive.
By minute ten your hand might cramp:
Love can be a pain.
Then I’d take a minute more
And do it all again.

If we only had an hour
Think of what could be?
Talking, holding, loving
Time for you and me.
And in the lonely hours
That too often fall between
Hold on to thoughts of seconds
Where kisses can be seen.

INVISIBLE KISSES by Lemn Sissay

What a beautiful poem for when you want to let someone know you are sending them invisible kisses…

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If there was ever one
Whom when you were sleeping
Would wipe your tears
When in dreams you were weeping;
Who would offer you time
When others demand;
Whose love lay more infinite
Than grains of sand.

If there was ever one
To whom you could cry;
Who would gather each tear
And blow it dry;
Who would offer help
On the mountains of time;
Who would stop to let each sunset
Soothe the jaded mind.

If there was ever one
To whom when you run
Will push back the clouds
So you are bathed in sun;
Who would open arms
If you would fall;
Who would show you everything
If you lost it all.

If there was ever one
Who when you achieve
Was there before the dream
And even then believed;
Who would clear the air
When it’s full of loss;
Who would count love
Before the cost.

If there was ever one
Who when you are cold
Will summon warm air
For your hands to hold;
Who would make peace
In pouring pain,
Make laughter fall
In falling rain.

If there was ever one
Who can offer you this and more;
Who in keyless rooms
Can open doors;
Who in open doors
Can see open fields
And in open fields
See harvests yield.

Then see only my face
In reflection of these tides
Through the clear water
Beyond the river side.
All I can send is love
In all that this is
A poem and a necklace
Of invisible kisses.

Thank You Letter

My Dearest …….
It’s not an excuse
But I was never good at writing thank you letters.
They were always late,
Written in resentful hurry and full of mistakes.

This thank you is also late.

I am sorry.

However, my biggest mistake
Was waiting until you asked if I liked them
Before I could tell you how,
I don’t just like your gifts,
I love them.

What better gifts could there be
For when we are apart
Than to be able to imagine
You in the words I read,
Or close my eyes
And imagine
That it is the music of you that I hear
Beating in my heart,
Whispering in my ear.

I should have been more effusive in my gratitude.

I should have shown greater joy in receiving far more than I deserve.

I should have shown you how much more I love you for thinking of me, when I thought I’d been forgotten.

It’s odd isn’t it?
That I never tell you these kind of things
Face to face.
Ear to Ear.
That instead, I have to write it down,
Hide behind
Paper and pen
To tell you how I really feel
Because in real life I have become too scared?

Too scared to let you get too close again
In case you run away with my heart
But this time don’t bring it back.

Anyway…before I sign off,
Let me repeat how thankful I am

For your presence.

Yours always

…….

 

 

Waiting in the Wind

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There is no right of way across this field of dreams,
But I’ll duck beneath the barbed wire anyway,
Risk the scratches, torn skin, blood
Red and rusty
That falls like
Glossy tears of joy
From a heart too full of love,
To see if you’re still there
Waiting on that hill
Beneath clouds that scud in shimmering fear
From the fierce wind
That seems as though it could blow everything away
Except me
And
You.

The Pigsty

Take me to the pigsty
Let me wallow in the mud
I want to have my fill
Right there in that old wood.
And when I’m fit to burst
And you think I can’t take more
Remember I’m sus scrofa
That wild old woodland boar.

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‘Wild Boars’ by Fritz Schurmann

‘All Night’ by Lisel Mueller

All night the knot in the shoelace
waits for its liberation,
and the match on the table packs its head
with anticipation of light.

The faucet sweats out a bead of water,
which gathers strength for the free fall,
while the lettuce in the refrigerator
succumbs to its brown killer.

And in the novel I put down
before I fall asleep,
the paneled walls of a room
are condemned to stand and wait
for tomorrow, when I’ll get to the page
where the prisoner finds the secret door
and steps into air and the scent of lilacs.