4th March

How I love a circle of women
painting,
creating,
inspiring,
reciting,
smiling,
hugging,
laughing
not shouting or bitching or scratching and reacting with vileness and conniving
but crying
and holding
and loving
and healing

How I love a circle of women.

3rd March

3rd March

Evident that I am resisting being who I think I have become !

I wanna be a baddie

and do some evil deeds
I'd ride into your quiet town
And satisfy my needs

 

My horse a great big stallion

A panting, sweating beast
My legs would clench around his back
As we thrust our journey east

 

Just look into my eyes now

And fix upon my glare
Don't bother with your tears and fears
I really honestly don't care

 

I'm fed up being nice now

I think it would be more fun
To scare you into reacting
Look I've got a gun

It sits upon my hips

And dangles down my thigh
And when I see you coming
I raise it up real high

 

You thought I was the goodie

You so needed it to be true
But really I'm the baddie
And now I'm killing you

2nd March
Away at a workshop weekend and grieving.

Springs breath sneaks  in under the door I have shut

Bringing scents I have chosen to forget

Pollen caught in turmoil now alights upon this barren soil

And scratches for a place to rest

Tears collect in the dried out rivers of my face

As I recall what was

What cannot ever be again

Memory - you cruel actress

Testing my resilient grief

 

And alongside the audience in a dimly lit theatre

I strain to see the play

And smile in the appropriate places

And laugh and judge

Knowing all along this is my folly

A tower built for no purpose

A dream with no intent
A story with no transition
Damn you spring for remembering me
When all I recall is winter

 

1st March

Slight delay on the whole daily poetry front. I could tell myself off for slackness but Im just going to go with it.

If all you do is wish for perfection

You will never taste it's fruit
That tree will never blossom
That stream will dry and crack long before the rainy season

 

If all you dream of is then

You will constantly be waiting
Forever willing onwards time
Standing still in a queue of other watchers and piners

 

If all you plant is what if's

Nothing will grow

 

If you opened your eyes right now

If you tasted your life this minute
If you felt your lovers breath upon your skin and drank it in this very second
With respect and grief and honour let go of the fantasia that may never be
And look down at your hands

 

What were you holding all along.