Tears, Finally

In isolation since March 11, 2020. Ten weeks of being in the house with a crushing feeling of nothingness and helplessness and anger and fear. The overwhelming sorrow at taking those feelings out on the ones that I love. An inability to say, “I am sorry”. As if a giant wall, miles high and thick,... Continue Reading →

..day 77..

sonja benskin mesher

..day 77..

or should i say 11 weeks
and i wonder what happens next

so the horses were in the long grass this morning
while the farmers still go to market

i ordered the oil sadly as the can has changed
and i did not recognise it yet
have old ones here and can decant
if i feel necessary

it feels necessary to hold onto memories
and to repeat myself

we do not have pastors here that i know of
there are vicar things and i do not know them

i know kindness and common sense
and i like new sandals

i guess i will not need to buy shoes
for the summer as i am not going
nowhere much

my trip to alnwick castle is cancelled of course
along with the others
a refund or a transfer?

most of the ivy is gone so i embark on a new…

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No regrets

I would tellwhat percolates within me,but it’s not grand enoughfor a pauper’s poem.The thing that rises from the breast,reddening the earsand brewing these tears.But I stay shut,and quit of speech.Held in the sway of regret,but warmed by your aureole.It is enough.

Let’s Walk Up the Hill

A winning rhyme from Ana Daksina.

Timeless Classics

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Let’s walk up the hill
Let’s go see some life
Go witness some love
Some labor, some strife

Let’s walk by the water
Let’s let the sea air
Blow all the cobwebs
Out of our hair

Let’s walk in the meadow
Let its slumber remind us
How to leave dumb
Complications behind us

Let’s walk in the forest
Primevally old
Reorient selves
In the timeless untold

Let’s go walk in the world
Gather up what we see
Then bring it all back
Write it in poetry!

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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at: https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts

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Imagine that

What does it hurtto give way to imaginings,at least for a time?To close all the doors and windows,pull the drapes,and make some hot tea.To conjure some moorsand wuthering weather,hear a rap tap tappingat your chamber door,and the neighing and stampingof white horses.

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