When I see your face,
jaw slack and eyes closed,
beyond the beat of this moment
in a dimension all of your own,
I relax in the knowledge that
despite the chaos of eggshell mornings
and clay evenings,
you’re finally getting some rest.
Tag: stuck
A letter to Dr Jekyll from Mr Hyde
Dear sir,
Your brains are addled, your thinking warped.
You doubt, you stumble, you question every thought.
I’m here to give you the push you need,
but use me wisely else you will not succeed.
You have a plan, every detail laid out,
yet you’re short of tools, there are none about.
Without the tools, your method is stuck
and all of you is saying you’re well out of luck.
It’s what you get for being distracted,
your guilt is well-deserved for how you’ve acted.
What you don’t understand, or perhaps you do –
is that nothing will ever progress when what’s stopping you
is you.
– Hyde
Time bubble
I’m falling out of love with the apples
suspended in the air, frozen
on their descent to the ground.
The songbirds too, paused
in mid-flight away from the rain clouds.
I can stand in front of a whole swarm of bees,
rear ends rapier-pointed at my face,
knowing they will never pierce me.
What’s there to like
about a world that does not breathe?
Treeshallow Musings 