
So the Poetry bus rolleth on. This week's theme is 'confusion' as decreed by this weeks driver, Niamh Bagnell - with plenty of passengers over on her blog.
I'm confused. A lot. I think. Who knows? Happy July. Innit?
contour
journeys taken
asphalt or otherwise
must abrade certainty
worthwhile destinations
require navigation and detour
often into knot and tangle
slowed along the route
strained along the rise
stopped along the level
skewed along the decline
sputtering into glare
to find the sea
swell and return
A statement about my mother who has died
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It has been 2 weeks and 2 days since my mother died.
Such is the nature of mourning. Every day counts. Each days brings us
farther from the incalculable ...
2 weeks ago
