How To Float
Believe in the miracles you can make.
Don’t believe what they tell you.
I live in north Wales. I have been writing at various points in my life since I was in my teens. My work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people I has known or imagined. I am especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality.
So Many Words
So Many Words
It’s getting crowded
inside my head
with so many words
tumbling
around
trying to sort themselves
out
Dead Peoples Stuff For Sale
So I should know.
Yes, I knew they were no longer with us.
I didn’t know if their past possessions
were antiques, or nearly new, or even used
or slightly soiled.
Rejection
She looked up at me and smiled.
I smiled back.
Or was I the first to smile
and she smiled back?
I don’t remember.
Perfectly Imperfect
And we made it to Italy.
and swam off the rocks,
with a man we’d met in a cafe
because he said we could.
Leaving
Saying nothing, taking nothing,
leaving nothing behind.
Without saying goodbye.
Predictable
To change where I am is the easy part.
To change who I am is difficult, hardly possible.
But without this change,
nothing will change
Dragonfly
Sometimes, letting go of a person, or even just memory of a person is painful. Similar to freeing a dragonfly. Setting free a dragonfly only to get bitten in the process.
Letting Go
I dreamt I saw you.
Perhaps I did see you
in the distance of my
imagination.
And I caught the moment
stilled in shock
and held on to it.
Above It All
SometimesI will climb so high
that I’ll have no way back,
no wish to go back
only to stay
above it all.
River
I look into the river and see myself in reflection.
Colorfast but unstable, I move helplessly in it’s flow.
I am constantly being moved and changed,
Where Am I?
Where shall I sit
in this place
I don’t know.
Which side of the aisle
Should I be.
The Chase
Moments passed.
She spread her hands,
arms outstretched.
A helpless gesture
of excuse me,
what can I do?
Sweet Sangria
Hand in hand.
Quiet footsteps
that didn’t break the silence.
She looked up at me and smiled.
Letting Go
Perhaps I did see you
in the distance of my
imagination.