personal, Poetry

forget you (k)nots

a favourite from December last year:

 

attempts to alienate confusion

decaf, a necessary intrusion

I miss you.

 

float me past the contusions

the knots in my shadow crave fusion

I spill you.

 

the fragments in frosty perfection

arranging the shards of reflection

I see you.

 

memory’s space incandescing

cauterise weds convalescing

I place you.

 

the pieces not lifed in competing

the peace not in ice but the heating

tapestried sensed in the meeting

I love you.

 

 

 

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General bewilderment, Poetry

the euphoria…

evaporating from me in clouds,

raining back down

to drench me again,

even as I thought I was outrunning it,

energised by the grass under my feet

and the breath giving coldness of marble walls,

their vapour mixing with mine.

 

Their incongruous corrugation

oscillating to unheard music

helping to propel me

to the memory beyond.

 

But the hands reaching out

were not.

The face appearing

was not.

 

Confused by dream mediums

I dragged in the shallows.

The wave overtaking.

The gorgon emerging.

 

Stone icicles –

entombing my vapouric bliss.

Glistening more in the unreaching…

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Christian, personal, Poetry

hikikomori

I had the most interesting conversation with a dear, elderly friend recently. Every time I do, it makes me lament even more how our culture doesn’t value the wisdom of the elderly. There are times when I truly grieve over stories lost forever.

We talked about the fear of man…

the fear of God…

the misunderstanding of the fear of God and how radically it is exacerbated by the growing fear of other humans, the context being, that we believe humans were created in God’s image.

The astonishing kindness of anonymous bloggers, their anonymity injecting poignancy straight into my veins.

I told him about the phenomenon of hikikomori which fascinated him, but he immediately responded with words straight from his mature, listening heart, ‘no wonder people are afraid of God. We are forever doomed to create him in our image…’ or something to that affect. Ugh, my awful memory does not do him justice.

And this post does not do this issue justice. but I want to get in the habit of writing more regularly so this will have to do for now.

 

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