The hard part is,
I don’t remember.
Tag: reflection
Stretch – Written Wednesday 6th August 2025 (Aged 50)
“The days stretch out before me,
so I put on my face
and rifle through my book.”
Swallow The Days – Written Thursday 31st July 2025 (Aged 50)
Maybe I am just
not built in such a way
that I can so easily
swallow the days.
Close Eyes – Written July 2025 (aged 50)
shut down gates,
open,
find pasture.
Chorus – Written Monday 28th July 2025 (Aged 50)
Where do I belong?
It’s a complicated song,
although it has
verse and chorus.
The Actual Question – Written Thursday 31st July 2025 (Aged 50)
And it is that,
the question,
the actual question,
the lifelong task.
Speciality Coffee – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
I am seasonal offers,
something for the moment,
something to try.
An exotic flavour which burns inside.
Steam Power – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.
The Boy Was Not As Mad As They Made Out – Written Monday 23rd June 2025 (Aged 50)
In the end,
the boy was not as mad
or as senseless
as everyone else.
Belt – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
There I am,
wrestling with the self,
watching memories
slide along the belt.
