Play it Loud

As part of my dVerse prompt on Soul Jane Dougherty wrote this wonderfully lyrical piece. Something in the wind tonight Plays music with the wild starlight, As I listen to the planets’ roar, On this misty foreign shore, And though I look I’ll never find The lost and faded left behind.   So play the …

invisible sun

you bring warmth to me, and so fulfill your role, like some invisible Sun light falling on me, in this darkness of soul, like some invisible Sun instinctively I look upwards to find you, but it is impossible this temporal veil seems real, i am not whole, like some invisible Sun weeds grow from the …

broken link

love descended upon my soul and scattered the walls all came tumbling down around me and broken unspoken thoughts could not fall from my self stitched lips gripped by that need to protect the other from the dark meaning keening from a cavernous place that needs to keep well hidden sudden bursts of dangerous insanity …

bodies

nobody's eyes fell here on this text, so nobody knew deep inside that this poem was all about nobody, till somebody probably did somebody knew about everything, till nobody knew that he died so was it somebody or nobody, that lay under coffin's dark lid the question it seems that is out there, is who …

stitched in 9

word ordered flow landing specific to being it there here   we whilst flew window outward back and away in then time now   echoes of nothing connected not-ness not connection in the space but there   do you bone the feel of that barrel begin your end and time your stopping   together stitching …

isn’t is

lines full of word had all want gone in their space for nothing   no-word for no-one through slips given was lost in the found songful   silent hope fought in the ground   wisp o'er the willing or seeming not enough up hell to go down   heaven fell climbing among stares word angels …

mirrors

Who taught us that there are only 196 kinds of people because there are 196 countries? We're all one earthquake, one civil cry short of becoming refugees and that speaks a lot about the fault lines under our own democracies...." "Go Back to Your Own Country!" by Ankita Shah & Ramneek Singh   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oxn7WGXOZMU Welcome …