limp lettuce
A poetry blog started in a time of crisis, pain and loss (thats when the poetry flows!). Restarted now in the context of chronic disease. Life, eh?!
Saturday, December 24, 2022
This disease
Friday, November 25, 2022
thick love
Saturday, November 19, 2022
Orphan
1927-2002 |
Too young a word for someone my age.
Saturday, November 12, 2022
Anxiety observed
Sunday, November 06, 2022
Haiku. Flash flood
Once again now.
Tsunami. From where?
Where are you?
Don't stop.
Friday, October 28, 2022
Caught
Saturday, October 15, 2022
Why put it out there?
I find myself writing poetry again just now - once more in a situation of grief, pain and anxiety. The words just come, the poems form themselves and edit themselves in my brain. Its mysterious to me, but omehow it happens, and somehow it helps.
So why do I 'put it out' here in this place? Why not just keep a journal, as a not-so recent commenter asked?
I really don't know. But it makes a difference to me.
Maybe its something to do with making this somehow part of a larger reality, and not only a feeling and emotion within my own head and heart...
Maybe because I've found writing in other online places that has resonated, moved me, helped somehow, comforted, inspired. In which case its about sparking connections, which matters to me - even when I'm not aware of how or when such connections might occur....
Whatever the reason, the words that have emerged from my currently rather distracted, bruised, struggling mind, are likely to find themselves here before long.
And maybe, one day, I'll find myself writing less limp and more cheerful crispy words!
This disease
a bruising trebuchet battering at your fortress attacking from within Insidious conjured unforseen unbidden catastrophic sneaking from som...
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I find myself writing poetry again just now - once more in a situation of grief, pain and anxiety. The words just come, the poems form thems...
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1927-2002 How terribly strange to be orphaned. Too young a word for someone my age. Sudden yet hardly unforeseen in the gym Wednesday, gone ...
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CAUGHT I saw a moment caught and thought of you A spider's thread holds fast and true A leaf does not let go And such is love at times...