Small noises
its 627 in the morning.
I can hear
a dog barking
He does that every time
he's out.
Birds are singing.
My coffee is lukewarm
Ideas run through
my head
Stories and possibilities
For a character
in a game
I devote
maybe too
much time to.
I think of you.
Our legs tangled
messy kisses
in bed.
I think of the slick-sticky penetration
our bodies joined
relaxing in to that languid
relief, of panting breath
Hands grasping.
Maybe a nap.
I think of them;
their feet stamping
voices calling
Milk and toast
cereal and carrots.
Where will you go
today my loves?
The jungle?
the sea?
on the porch with
tiny plastic animals.
A bin of sand.
Lately
recently
You've explored
old noises.
Noises from a time passed.
The old flavours
a brief thrill
nostalgia.
'Far too frail'
indeed.
Friday, August 18, 2017
Friday, August 11, 2017
it has a name.
The rejection
has a reason.
a name
a cause.
Your fears are still there-
but it's not all you.
Confessions in the fading
light of summer.
You won't even name them
not here-
respectful.
Only..
Gentle words
of support
suggestions
for
assistance.
Small steps
small.
has a reason.
a name
a cause.
Your fears are still there-
but it's not all you.
Confessions in the fading
light of summer.
You won't even name them
not here-
respectful.
Only..
Gentle words
of support
suggestions
for
assistance.
Small steps
small.
Monday, July 3, 2017
patpat.
When she runs
her feet hit the carpet with a satisfying
patpatpatpat sound.
Often she babbles
or maybe just a long
'Oooo!', or a screech.
Her arms might flail as she seeks
to balance herself.
She runs after her sister
or for an offered treat
a cookie
Or a coveted cheese slice.
But that little sound.
Bare feet on carpet.
patpatpatpat.
Always will I savor that
small noise, often lost to traffic
as we walk
over looked
when we do our dailies.
Patpatpatpat.
her feet hit the carpet with a satisfying
patpatpatpat sound.
Often she babbles
or maybe just a long
'Oooo!', or a screech.
Her arms might flail as she seeks
to balance herself.
She runs after her sister
or for an offered treat
a cookie
Or a coveted cheese slice.
But that little sound.
Bare feet on carpet.
patpatpatpat.
Always will I savor that
small noise, often lost to traffic
as we walk
over looked
when we do our dailies.
Patpatpatpat.
Thursday, June 29, 2017
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
6 and nearly 2.
One is six now.
The other, smaller
almost 2.
I call them 6 and 2.
Who's counting? maybe the doctor.
Watching them
2 is running
naked
around the table.
6, my first
showering
after an afternoon
spent in chalk.
We listen
We listen to music
from when I was born.
savoring
this first day
of Summer.
A tiny voice says
It's not for you.
But for once I feel
For once I feel
like I can snap
clap
my jaws
and say
no.
The other, smaller
almost 2.
I call them 6 and 2.
Who's counting? maybe the doctor.
Watching them
2 is running
naked
around the table.
6, my first
showering
after an afternoon
spent in chalk.
We listen
We listen to music
from when I was born.
savoring
this first day
of Summer.
A tiny voice says
It's not for you.
But for once I feel
For once I feel
like I can snap
clap
my jaws
and say
no.
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