having difficulty following the lines
of the false narrative I’ve been placed in
the fake path of psychiatrists and social State police
they’ll enjoy having me seem more hapless
lost — hiding how it’s they that close my paths
funnel me into the dungeons of misunderstanding
A.H (18th December 2021)
it is no Supernova
the fission of a soul
Ground Zero’s ruin
mourning over all
dreaming of a fusion
to re-pack this fall
not so self deceiving
as to believe it will
just a hope that humans
may learn better how to build
A. H 18th October 2021
a change of life changing life
step into the blue
the range of life opens closed
little would-be woman
Lil Eyes lies lilied
low lied bloom of a li-lo
Lil Eyes lies closed eyed
not in denial of light
somehow photosynthesised
A.H (29th May 2021)
a shower of polluted rationalities
become a steady rain
then flood
washing away those not upon high ground
the honoured heights
from which they call it down
A. H (10th May 2021)
sometimes i feel i’ve the depth of a screen
and the best it gets is a script with depth
or an actor who’s learnt what background means
something i wonder if i’ve done myself
. . .
Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
a figure awaiting her own sculptressto deliver her from stone retreatknows a dream – sun marbled skin uncoveredease of limbs free to be observedsimply present, still, in every momenttruth ringing through her pose A. H / K.H-H (7th November 2019) Instead of just gushing, as sometimes…
readers read and their eyes write
write writers back
tributaries to the rivers
of their own dreams
AKH (31st March 2020 & 1st April 2021
Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
second bloom in a mirror she steps forward in pigtails embraces temporal dissonances this previously quite taboo life bound?in a double plait A. H / K. H-H (24th May 2018) Cairn 2019 – republished as part of my marker of a year’s blogging, one of my…
tell me when
just when
social masks
aren’t needed
tell me when
just when
the wind in the grass
is heeded
(c) A. H / K. H-H (21/5/18)
never to walk in apple orchards
as May blossoms bless the wedded year
is not now unusual for humans
separated from earth’s delight
A. H / K. H-H (18th May 2020)
full moon, tide tired, turns dark
its Sisyphean thirst dry in night
tongue black hidden sky haunt
your jealous seas will wake again
pull ocean roar to slake tranquility
A. H/ K. H-H (18th May 2020)
seething in foliage
half visible underneath
leaf broken branches breaking leaf
cage support for swaying dances
sheaf of skirts all a’twirl
shivering in air’s heaving
rare the truly broken limb
so pass seasonal advances
the dispensation of the sun
A. H / K. H-H (15th May 2020)
recently the sky seems bluer
have we been stretching it too far
when its like this I look at it
and it seems more present to me
looking back with more depth
I recognise a friend I’d lost, or is it
only that the seasons are changing
or is the silence with birds
only more redolent for gazing
A. H / K. H-H (4th May 2020)
this, prayer iv and the next two or three poems were all written together in an online workshop at a time I felt flat, especially for writing, and so, of course, wrote about that . . .
a short review of two years of blogging and a new poem
read on here –
shall we wonder at the message of the birds
or relax, not try to read them as words
accept their mute simpatico
magpie sorrow, joy to numbers beyond
wood pigeon love in golden wall light
string of companions on a walk bereft
robin oh robin, robin old chap
blackbird low across my path, hedge chorister,
a puzzle clicks, it is not me doing it
A. H / K. H-H (20th April 2020)
the wave thinks of becoming itself in the swell
but looks at the moon, big as a pill, forgets
a piano pupil sits at the keys, statuesque
instants pass to settle, just moments ago, fluent
everything seems settled,
smother of self into a pillow of chemicals
AKH (10th April 2020) & edit 11/4/20
i don’t wish to trump your love of anything with mine
to give a false security, pseudo-ownership
i only wish to celebrate my own divine
and open heart spaces in which we all may shine
AKH (7th April 2020)
sometimes i feel i’ve the depth of a screen
and the best it gets is a script with depth
or an actor who’s learnt what background means
something i wonder if i’ve done for myself
mixed in a crowd on its narrative tracks
passing me by with their shows in their eyes
our dialogues only mine the seams
of what things meant to us already
K. H / A. H (20th March 2020)
fool of fools, awkward,
in love with all, dumb-stuck fast
in the tree of hello
A. H/ K. H-H (12th January 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.
all this time stealing poetry from myself
because because debt’s interest makes sense
all those fields’ haydreams ever unrolled
butterfly butterfly meadowsweet blown
all those souls loved-so love could not be
wallflower wallflower now you may breathe
A. H / K. H-H (17th November 2019)
a figure awaiting her own sculptress
to deliver her from stone retreat
knows a dream – sun marbled skin uncovered
ease of limbs free to be observed
simply present, still, in every moment
truth ringing through her pose
A. H / K.H-H (7th November 2019)
Instead of just gushing, as sometimes I do (for good and bad reasons), I picked a theme and tried to write seriously as I can, an ear to metre and coherence.
I learned this year that Martin Luther described Grace as “the experience of being delivered from experience”. It’s one of the reasons I wrote this.
I’ve added a second poem to the lovely Places of Poetry map. Anyone can add a poem here about places in England, Wales and they’ve added Scotland too, but it closes for admissions tomorrow.
Is it vulgar, to gambol, on both sides
of a sacred marriage? Not one thing or the other.
There is a smell of spring and a smell of winter,
the sound of a party and a wedding altercation.
I’m unsure I’m invited to either.
Small inside my puff pastry story
I’m blowing on some ember – sometimes a flame,
sometimes cinders – dizzy oscillator.
Truth in both – true in neither.
A neuter case to curse the wedding night.
Unless, dance card spirited away, secreted
in some fold, I turn toward my song,
party of one, alone, seeking paradise.
A veil lifted, falls to outward celebration.
A. H / K. H-H (15th September 2018 & March 2019)
suddenly intense
the gardens’ scream of beauty
tortured by our scythes
A. H / K. H-H (Thursday 4th July 2019)
a weeping heart sinks toward water
in low levelling finds her kin
a stream she dreams sat by singing
rill harmonies of tears gush seaward
from all her dripping siblings, trampled
A. H / K.H-H (17th April & 29th June 2019)
is modern life just
the entrapment of innocence
still winds blow, clouds dress
A. H / K. H-H (17th November 2018 and 28th June 2019)
tonight i watched some tree tops stir in the breeze
watched them closely, began to see, again
their vulnerability, reaching out
their grab at air, protected from below
by the present branches of survival
but there up top small, exposed, reaching
as their closest relatives just below
empathise as the wind blows, encourage
go, go, go
A. H / K H-H (14th June 2019)
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