Quitting

Knife -
Quit
Life.

Contemplating simple acts
Yet so hard
Such strength required

Driven or pursued
Pushed or pulled
Coward or not?

Place to go

It turned out
That Earth is flat
And my spirit level
A state I can
Deal with

~

For horizons are
A limit to see to
A target to strive for
And a level fellow
Can walk those paths
~
Walk those paths
Until feet are sore
And that horizon
Is no closer
~

Wrap myself in
Frenzied optimism
An opaque bubble
Self worth and hope
Lifted up wafted on
Soaring forth horizon bound
~
That goal, that flat line
I see so far, never nearer
Never nearer.
Never nearer.
I wonder why…
~
I wonder why I bother
And so
My bubble burst
My esteem escapes
Soar no more…
~

...That place
I saw

That place

I sought...
~
It comes to me.

Free Will

Folded foil carefully peeled
Reshaped and lifted
Raised up above a flame
And swiftly I become
Bound
In liberating chains of smoke

Listen

I’m sorry
For tipping water over
That scribbled picture
You spent hours drawing
It wasn’t an accident

I’m sorry
For throwing mud on
Your Sunday best
And getting your day out cancelled
It was purposely done

I’m sorry
Your favourite doll vanished
She’s in our pond
With rope and rock
Better a doll than you

I’m sorry
About your kitten lost
She’s hidden under your bedroom floor
Sealed in Tupperware…
I had no choice

I’m sorry
So sorry
But they won’t shut up
They won’t be silent
They’re whispering your name…

Moment

Two steps across humped bridge
Glancing right and down
Cold crisp still air
Soft night fog
Muffling the edge of sound
Reveals rippling river
Snoozing below and past
A moment of belonging
Of unity
With night scenery
Lost and broken with a third step