Lessons – a blind catch in the sun

Girlhood XXV

Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
now she understandsthose women alonewho crossed the road and why silence is so often the better part of cautionA. H / K. H-H (1st April 2019)

humbled in soul break
pray, pray now
as i should anyway
first in thanks for life
any wordless poetry
granted there, anon.
moments’ blessings
living well
in harmony
an orchard to tend,
faithful,
apples come
when seasons bring them

A. H / K. H-H (6th March 2020)

read the whole post for some introduction

i (2020)

silent sounding
conversations of the eyes
move my heart
beyond words

a. h / k. h-h (5th March 2020)

Poem Published at The Writers’ Cafe Magazine

my sonnet ‘A Reunion’ has been published In The Writers’ Cafe Magazine, issue 17, ‘Masks’

Masks – Issue 17 The Writers’ Cafe Magazine — FREE!
(it’s the final poem in the post)

I’ve been enjoying some of the other contributions already very much

edit — I should say, this is a personal poem, and I think a goody.

Inquisition v2

in their countless ways
they’ll try to provoke you
bait your devil’s tongue

A. H / K. H-H (14th & 16th November 2019)

what comes of posting such process – and for once I processed a bit more and imaged up (or would it be down for that third line?)

Inquisition

in their countless ways
they will try to provoke you
get you to respond

K. H-H / A. H (14th November 2019)

spotlight on . . . broken

4th November 2019

another new page to highlight one post at a time – I may prefer this to my 10 favourites idea, nicer to post the whole poem, one at a time, let’s see how it goes . . .

broken

as dawn falls golden
past bronze to lead remember
all sunlight’s broken

https://ablindcatchinthesun.wordpress.com/2018/05/19/broken/

have you ever . . .

recognised the nature of a mistake
only to plunge deep in
even as you say you won’t
drawing boundaries to the how of others
drowning as the sea of experience floods in
helpless for lack of swimming practice, having only
kept it out – it insists on knowing you
hello mere mortal, goodbye what you were

K. H-H / A. H (1st November 2019)

revising

I have a line
in an unfinished poem
‘therapy gave me back as someone else’

I lie here tonight
thinking of my puppet days
‘not someone, some-thing else’

‘some-thing somewhere else’
chemhazed dazed more primitive
to prove their unwarranted hypothesis

that got me into this
dare I get out and see this plainly
the ways they’ve had me profane me

K. H-H / A. H (30th October 2019)

what it is

let’s sit slow
savour late summer sun
descend to leaf speed
the production patterns
of butterflies and bees
who never forget to bask
bathe in the sun
drown-swim in nectar
find what is there
for the moment

K. H-H / A. H (7th September 2019)

sorrow

i made a classic mistake

love boundaried
discovers blind edges
as hate

A. H/ K. H-H (1st September 2019)

VII (’19)

it’s obvious that i must turn to love
which brings a question — where to go
which brings a question in itself
solution sighted – on we go!

———

there must be an angel sitting near
unseen
holding dear all that we are letting go
careless carriers of our load

A. H / K. H-H (18th March 2019)

to the frequency of gold

still summered open window
silent evening with trees
silence still summons me
to hear myself in breeze
the message of my leaves
tune to the frequency of gold
. . .

How to Drop Honey in China

alien un-Sealed bleak January sands
easterly grey on grey wet rainless cold
new year presents more new life on toast
battleship snaps delete old selfie reaching
for unbecomeable femininity’s
full set pearl – hairdo smiled a poor sub-set
of vectors towards her gentle dimension

Continued here

XXI (’19)

how may i dare – apostateconfused into hatehate so sure of courseof its hold on love love so hard to holdnot bankable goldbreathy currencydistilled always now if not there is a chancesomeone will spring your trapthorny deadwood cutting deepharsh as empty tongues and only love’s deep long sleepwill show you how to dream awaythis barred…

XVII (’19)

hidden from yourself the most
whilst not at all
twisted by a fascinator
blaggard white coater
dissembler of organic
in their straight

hidden from yourself yet not
. . .

continued at A blind catch in the sun (as far as the writing goes)

xv (’19)

how a lie may find you
weeds invade the garden
intelligence that probes
as it strangles
. . .

read on here

After Reading The Song of Songs

for my real imagined other Theirs the earth, the world, mountain, moon. Theirs not this earth, married in the sun. They are whole, whole, holy. Let us dream their path, poetry. Where now is she, where he. Where are we. What do we have. Squabbling city guards silence, always. Playing games, skimming loads, naming to…

Untitled XIV (’19)

i spoke of love

my friend asked me what it was

its taken me a lifetime to find my reply
or have the wit to say it

to say no answer could ever be enough
to say no words could catch it

to say my answer must be to try to feel it
and in feeling show it

A. H / K. H-H (7th April 2019)

Untitled XIII (’19)

its not that a fake paradise is based on a lie
its the paradise/s it denies

K. H-H / A. H (6th April 2019)

Untitled XI (’19)

sometimes the path escapes landscape
driven through, a motorway
ramming its way somewhere different-same

pedal backwards instead
A road then B

green laned, bike left
way found with butterflies

A. H / K. H-H (1st April 2019)

Girlhood XXV

now she understands
those women alone
who crossed the road

and why silence
is so often
the better part
of caution

A. H / K. H-H (1st April 2019)

Goal Drought

just a reflection
of your lack of confidence
in me

respectful of responsibility
instead of following gut
listening to your threat of failure

the Gray advice
to always shoot across
orthodox, no matter how hard, true

at eager stoppers
knowers of that tune
hitting myself until cross

estranged from self
a hard line effectiveness reborn
not quite my best

but more than you expected
having accidentally realised
all we never meant

and this despite the odd corker
and truth
‘I was glad you never squared that one to me’

A. H / K. H-H (30th March 2019)

Untitled X (’19)

is it true?
can it still be?
love’s highest denial
always in its own name

A. H / K. H-H (21st March 2019)

One Saturday

a matter of life and death
beach clear, duned
sky drift cloud blue
first warmth of sun
works strange deposits
whale shit soft stone
sandy meander alone

continued here

Untitled ii (’19)

an ice dragon’s breath first freezes
then warms you, play thing,
grants you the freedom of his pen
invisible wherein he’s placed you
illusion of a life
slowly, from the edges,
his freeze-cold artistry creeps in
frosting this illusion

Continued here

An Edge

i’ve stepped into air
eventually had to had to
around an edge as theorised
for real to find there –
on the other side –

Continued here

prayer

Make of yourself a light – Buddha i’ve always loved to watch the light although darkness claims my shame it is to light that I have turned…

accident (revised)

wrapped in net curtains the playful balcony twirler of open windows yearns girldom this the closest he’ll get on his twenty-seventh floor frightened would be bride of free flight shroud restricted gauze encased what if? what if? he insists so his strange mock sister tipped this rehearsal dream of embrace into freedom’s fall insisting her…