My Guiding Noun – Written Saturday 25th January 2020 (Aged 44)

My Guiding Noun

people talk me about grief
i look at mine…
and complications abound
conflicted emotions
are my guiding noun
i wear his watch…
and bathe in our genetics
my grief is one of those, ‘lost souls’
we read about as children
i am stunned by its complexity
conflicted,
by its stark, abject reality
because laid out before me
is the weather worn map –
of a human being
veering between extremes
like the pinball machine where –
the pinball is never sure of its means
i am stable in this head space,
my coffee cup sadness
blows hot smoke on my fate
every piece of my grief,
is just another unstacked plywood crate




James Garratt – Saturday 25th January 2020


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