Today, we farewelled a very dear friend of mine, David, this poem is in his honour and with my love.
Treasures of Gold Hello Twinkles! Man of dapper ware and lyrical tongue. Which pinpoint insight into me will you launch in my direction today? Sword drawn, your open challenge to engage. Now with slightly mellowed whit, with age. Front and centre focus I’m the fish on your hook Wriggling in the stirred water of our conversation Dancing on my toes Trying to bring your probe to a close. But you never let me loose so lightly As you care, with depth and love. Your dare, to go where many others don’t. You fish, you drill down, you pan for gold Presenting your nuggets with a grin, as they unfold. In turn, you ask for my counsel So I unfurl my map, offered to smooth your ruffled mind. With diplomacy shut out of the room We trade honesty back and forth, Sharing our truths Our eyes, attention and words becoming balm to soothe. My dear treasured friend Man of mind, fragility and strength. I’m gasping for air at the sudden swift loss of our known regular constant. The door is shut firm, it is gone. Thank you. For decade upon decade with an open ear. I will keep you near, my David-dear. And in my mind You will find Our treasures of gold. These I shall closely hold For you and me to keep And to share with you when you visit me in my sleep. Come soon. Please. Rest, dear friend, it’s good you’re now at ease. And if you’re looking down from above Know that, by many, you were deeply loved.
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Let the breeze wash over you
Let the sun do its work Let your eyes feast on the beauty Let the pain subside Let your friends envelop you Let your laughter out Let your lightness come and shine Let your beauty show Let yourself be content Let this time heal your wounds Let it happen Let it go. Are you up?
Are you down? Are you mobile? Are you around? Do I have space to be? Or do I need to see What needs to done In this moment I'm free. I'm exhausted In body I'm confused In mind But I keep looking to find The strength To be, to see, to plan... To simply, breathe. Oh you wicked life You've dealt your card You've cut right through Our burgeoning hearts. You're cruel, you're mean We didn't see The space we had, When we could just be. Now it’s: Medical kit Appointments galore Restrictions Contradictions Redactions And action. Always, action. I'm screaming for space A slower pace Grace I'm struggling with Energy Balance Conflict in needs Planting seeds Of hope, instead of fear. I'm here. I want to be here I'm clear. My love for you Will keep me always here and near. So. Today. Our lives are different. I need to find the good. I've now understood That life is precious It's raw It hurts It's beauty is flawed But it has a new law. Live. Love. Today. We may not get more. I love you with every claw Of my fingers Trying to close the door Against the tide and the roar Of my pain. It's insane. I love you I want the best for you. My heart bleeds With seeds of desperation To find reason In this season of confusion That has become So precious. So precious. Today. We have today. Live that way. Give way. Play. Stay In the moment. It's my only way To make sense of Each precious, precious Day. I hope I can do this. I'm trying to do this. Please be patient while I try. I can't lie. This is hard. I'm relaxing my guard To be human. We're both human Struggling. I have no more delusion. In this new life Full of strife We have today. Only today. I'm trying to live that way. I love you. Rustle through my hair, o wind
Flitter across my face Like ripples on a sea. I feel your cool breeze Waken me. Chirp away to your friends, o little bird Sing your melody With full orchestra. I hear your morning song Quieten me. Melt the morning drew, o sun Waken the day With your radiant light. I bask in your rays and let them Warm me. Stand tall, o tree Strong and proud Home to thousands of insects unseen. I note your resilience; Strengthen me. Form and unform, o cloud Change before my eyes Flowing, adapting, accepting. I remember your ability to Still me. Thank you, nature For your varied contribution To waken me To quieten me, To warm me, To strengthen me, To still me, To welcoming, accepting and replenishing me. I was raw, right through
To the bones; Frozen jaw Couldn’t thaw, no-one saw The trauma carved, scratched and clawed In to my mind, my soul, my body Even me. Couldn’t see, couldn’t be, wasn’t free To live, to feel, to think So close to the brink, could only shrink And shake, couldn’t escape The prison of shock, ricocheting again and again For months That was me. The pain, again, again, and again; the same, again Never predicted, shooting Like a shooting star Searing, soaring, roaring, flooring me once more That bloody frozen jaw, back; no slack, another attack On me. Body ridged with fear, mind searing, screaming, reeling Who today has come in, visiting the haunted house Of my soul, through those Jigsaw doors. Attacked! Through their very presence Attacked! In just the essence Of breath escaping from their body, Words relayed, in casual disregard; once more Scared, jarred, alarm bells ringing, singing, shrieking In every inch of me. A year, of living through fog, only visible when looking back A year, of surviving just through being, needing to get up to get to work. A year, of walking mile upon mile in the shop, movement cathartic Action. Camera. Engage. Move. React. Connect. Nine hours every day, 365 days My daily treadmill of life; my saviour from shocked static inaction. My rope, through which to climb up. Knot by sticky knot. And through this all They have been. Seeing. Being. Feeling, With sensitive eyes, not understanding but truly accepting Where I am. Letting me be. Hugs, support, words of peace. Encouragement, acceptance. Friendship, Laughter, Safety. My friends at Jigsaw. Never will they understand the part they have played In my recovery back in to life. Not there yet, but on my way. Never should they ever ever understand where I’ve been What I’ve seen. Please never visit it upon them in their lives. My friends at Jigsaw. They have found me, deep within and gently pulled me out Like cotton fraying from a thread. Pulling gently at first, but the more you pull, the more there is Unravelling, unveiling, pulling me through trauma By simply finding: Me. I have found a safety, through my friends at Jigsaw. I have had a safe haven; through the tiny four walls of the staff room Through my friends at Jigsaw. I have been validated, again and again Through my friends at Jigsaw. They have listened to my virginal questions of life, of being And taught me lessons, of being My friends at Jigsaw. So young, but so wise. So sound. Parent, friend, colleague, teacher My friends at Jigsaw. They have made no demands on me, other than to be me. So rare in my life. My friends in Jigsaw. They have allowed me to put space in to my life, for me. For once. For me. They have found me; hidden, deep, deep, shrinking inside And allowed me to grow My friends at Jigsaw Trauma? What trauma. Slowly, very slowly, becoming a dream, to be replaced by life. A thousand million thank yous. To my friends at Jigsaw. My heart sings with the possibility of opening fully
Drawing in nature’s rapture through the smiles, sounds, touch and breath that surround me - like a newborn skin. Beauty envelopes my soul with vibrance Warm, enriching, fulfilled Flowing as a trickling brook over smoothed worn boulders and pebbles of past pain. My body is the reciprocal and filter to receive Soaking in the nourishment in which each breath sits. Entwining and gently pulsing through my veins. I am the river of the ingenious machine of life. Gratitude rises through the pores of my skin Resting and evaporating, to mix with the air of all living things. All that I am bounces back through the mirror of my eyes Pollinating each landing place of my gaze. To be repeated in the chain reaction of all that is natural. I am whole. I am everything. I am nothing. I am here. Hey dude, you construed
To take me back to my pain You hit me where it hurt. Disempowerment. Your act of violence Won't stay silent No violence will. Empowerment. I still feel your punch In my back. You're attack. It brought it all back. F*** it's not right To be attacked For any reason: Whether quietly hidden or seen. F*** I won't take it from anyone It's a trigger that flips me Like a mouse trap It so takes me back. How does a person stop the damage Ongoing. There's a huge difference between being a victim, passive And recognising the signs, active. I feel no sympathy for you. None. I exist and stand equal with others. You will not take away my power To stand tall, to be visible. I will not tolerate violence. Of any kind. Parents, who have tried their best, and given you the structure to launch
A brother, who is there, and caring, when the chips are down A partner, who listens, who you can share and build with, and express who you are Friends, who you don't need to explain yourself to Hugs Love, expressed - to those close and strangers Forget money, job, status. Strip back the glitter. Gaze at your neighbour and connect. I seem to have a talent for doing silly things; please feel free to add any for which you've shaken your head in disbelief (like I have) or had a laugh at my expense! Here are 20 that I can think of. Thank you for your patience with me dear family and friends.
Today
Today my world changed A shackle came off my heart. Despite not being directly affected My being opened up … To liberty. To hope. To humanity. Today is momentous. Today my heart is warm Bubbling with excitement Brimming with friendship To all people, who should all be equal. Today surely, the world will grow. Edgily, imperfectly sometimes; but forward. We breath a sigh of relief We smile with twinkling eyes We hug and see within people Today. People gay, straight, whatever, whoever Come together In a public and legal recognition Of human rights. Of liberty. Of recognition of human connection. Today will never be like yesterday People of the same gender can EXPECT To be treated as equal, instead of hope You are equal. We are equal. Today, I’m proud of the world I live in. What a strong, positive statement when so much in our world is wrong. Today, a wrong was put right. Today. What can be achieved tomorrow? |
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