A Little Drop of Rain

This little drop of rain
hits my reddened cheek,
sliding like ice cream
off a warmed up stick.
Sweetest of Summer splashes
yet salty like my tears.

 

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The Thimble

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The Thimble

It is a little light going on in my tired, dimmed mind.

Something I have never seen as precious

until this very moment has bubbled up in a ball of soft

white light to the surface of my thinking……

Yet it’s not just my mind with which I think it,

for, as my body buzzes with recognition of Mother

and the gift she gave of her silver thimble,

some other warmth showers my nine year old self.

I felt safe and secure when Mother was darning.

I sat by her, watching her wrinkled hands, those working

needle and thread against the tension of the cloth…..

With thimble behind, breakthrough was sure.

The support it gave to push yet not harm,

to succeed with this quiet and peaceful task

just with herself, an exercise not entirely for herself

yet one which allowed her own, now centred self, the space.

I found warmth bathing me…….
Mother felt safe and ……..so did I.

Like a River

I thought it was the sea
I heard last night.
Silver blue sounds streaming
in my head, around and beyond
all edges of my little chunk of sanity.
I looked inside this cracked mind
to see word paintings,
voices with no form,
mannequins who claim
to feel, but drip WD40
from their clunking jaws…….
You see, it is quite simple really.
These are the illusions,
the actors who tell us we are
useless, selfish scavengers
in the fight ….. waiting to
takes us for their feast…..
If I had known this from the start,
I would have flowed like a river
swiftly carrying all darkling greys
away from this young one’s heart.
Like a river, nothing would stop me
from sculpting the tide, sloshing over
rocks and stones, creating my Life…..
Yet, here am I, now,
Like a River.