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Bits and Bobs
Words that come to me as they will.
the complicating factor
we are all of our selves at once.
the grand paradox
how is it that i was the one who broke your heart in your mind when you were so clearly the one who left me?
a radical thought
maybe the solution is not the change the way you love but to find someone who is happy to be graced with your affection however you see fit
the softening
the aim is to surrender completely to allow something else to support you without asking for anything in return
how to conceive a poem
by embracing wisdom when it whispers in your ear.
reorientation
i may have left my compass in the ever-shifting dunes of the desert but make no mistake - i am not directionless the world as i know it...
cupped hands
you won’t find answers by knocking endlessly on the door before you the door will only open when you sit still and bathe your mind in...
i’ve been compared to a beautiful storm
i have gone from mourning my loss to mourning yours i am sorry you will never be struck by the full force of my lightning
the entire constellation would be at your command
my love, you are so gifted in the art of persuasion, you could sway the very stars into moving.
and i’ve finally embraced that
by decree of fate there will be no more comings and goings between us
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