limp lettuce: April 2010

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

horse chestnut

languid droop of leaves
belies the time of year

glove-like
abandoned in the street
unfeasibly green
against the grey

waiting

like wing-fold of newborn moth

stillness
belies the rushing surge of sap
the coming stretch and flex

awaking

flight

About limp lettuce

I began this poetry blog as catharsis, at a very difficult point in my life when I was dealing with terminal illness of my mother, and potential collapse of my marriage. The words just emerged, formed poems and were unbidden and insistent. And helped. Now (2022) at another very difficult time when my family are coping with bereavement and adjusting to living with chronic illness and depression, the words are swarming in my head again. They circle, form patterns and have found their way here. I find the way this happens so fascinating. And think (hope) that maybe some less painful reflections might also start to find a home here. And that some of all this may resonate with you. © 2006. All words and photos on this blog are copyright to me, the writer and photographer - except in any instances where the post attributes someone else.

limp lettuce

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

horse chestnut

This disease

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