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
silent sounding
conversations of the eyes
move my heart
beyond words
a. h / k. h-h (5th March 2020)
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.
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?)
in their countless ways
they will try to provoke you
get you to respond
K. H-H / A. H (14th November 2019)
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)
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)
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)
i made a classic mistake
love boundaried
discovers blind edges
as hate
A. H/ K. H-H (1st September 2019)
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)
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
. . .
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
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…
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)
i
how a lie may find you
weeds invade the garden
intelligence that probes
as it strangles
. . .
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…
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
is it true?
can it still be?
love’s highest denial
always in its own name
A. H / K. H-H (21st March 2019)
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
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
i’ve stepped into air
eventually had to had to
around an edge as theorised
for real to find there –
on the other side –
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…
writing of the past
neither prophecy nor cure
fault then repeated
grief given crocodile hues
there is nothing i can do
A. H / K.H 11 June 2018
words don’t mean a thing
without the heart that moves them
knowing when not to
A. H / K. H-H (10 June 2018)
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