This week’s poem inspired by the slow processes that move under the surface in our lives, processes that one day yield results we thought would never happen.
Healing
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Standing still until the sediment settles
Visibility slowly reappears
Sentiment softly settles
At home in my own strange life
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Sound of Sunbirds in Neem trees outside
Fledglings will fly
When feathers form
Scars fade in their own sweet time
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Kampala 2019
This weeks poem, about the superficiality of so much of our everyday conversations, when we need so much to try to support and understand each other.
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I’m good, I’m great.
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(Though of course at my age I carry some baggage.
There’s a lot of life behind me, some death,
There is pain that gives pleasure, and pleasure that gives pain,
A lot to be grateful for and some cosmic injustices.
There are mornings when I wake with a smile on my face,
Others with tears streaming, nauseous with guilt and pain.
I face the days, sometimes with a spring in my step,
Sometimes my limbs dragging themselves until habit takes over.
There are days with so much energy that nothing is too much
And those hours when my brain aches with effort,
There are times I’m so present I see every leaf
And times when I’m with those many I’m missing.)
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So yeah, I’m good
…….. and how are you?
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Kampala, 2019