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Inverted in space,

suspended in the north

with a southerly persuasion,

my heart grown in two,



Bejewelled moments

I want to break off to keep,

but my weeping hands

sift the fractures in wrong places.


I hold on instead –

ached to this perfect petal,

floated away on familiar

rivered Breeze.


originally posted 30th Jan, 2017

personal, Poetry

agapanthus globe


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.




personal, Poetry

forget you (k)nots