Inner Self – Written March 2020 (Aged 45)
the inner self
would like to be deregulated
when it,
comes to emotions
it would like to take hope
and see it segregated
Poems January 2020
What Were We to Each Other? – Written Monday 10th February 2020 (Aged 44)
i do not feel connected –
to my dad,
no as i feel i should,
i am feeling guilty
read more What Were We to Each Other? – Written Monday 10th February 2020 (Aged 44)
The Loss of Intimacy – Written Friday 31st January 2020 (Aged 44)
what happened to privacy
and intimacy,
and the joy in micro sharing
the one you love, always caring
we share everything,
our lives plotted and recorded in every way
read more The Loss of Intimacy – Written Friday 31st January 2020 (Aged 44)
People Do Care For Each Other – Written Monday 27th January 2020 (Aged 44)
or that by caring or thinking,
about others,
then we are losing
and these people fear,
what they see as condescending
read more People Do Care For Each Other – Written Monday 27th January 2020 (Aged 44)
Odd Shaped Box – Written Monday 27th January 2020 (Aged 44)
one charm bracelet
a moderately priced watch
memories –
in an odd shaped box
read more Odd Shaped Box – Written Monday 27th January 2020 (Aged 44)
Creative Juggernauts – Written January 2020 (Aged 44)
acknowledged –
but somehow left me alone
misdiagnosed as arrogance
or sarcasm –
or even petulance
read more Creative Juggernauts – Written January 2020 (Aged 44)
Confused and Conflicted – Written Monday 27th January 2020 (Aged 44)
people ask how i feel,
i am not sure
but then, what is real?
the moment you never share
or the day you spent trying to feel
read more Confused and Conflicted – Written Monday 27th January 2020 (Aged 44)
Watch and Charm Bracelet – Written February 2020 (Aged 44)
how am i?
ankle deep in spanish probate law
sat here,
with dad’s watch,
i can add it to mum’s charm bracelet
read more Watch and Charm Bracelet – Written February 2020 (Aged 44)
The Stepmother Auditions – Written Sunday 26th January 2020 (Aged 44)
you know, ‘the good old days’ –
of abuse and stunted emotions
and carpets,
with every secret swept under them
they were all a mess ,
read more The Stepmother Auditions – Written Sunday 26th January 2020 (Aged 44)
My Guiding Noun – Written Saturday 25th January 2020 (Aged 44)
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
read more My Guiding Noun – Written Saturday 25th January 2020 (Aged 44)
