Vibration of soul

This was originally posted in 2012! Wow, ten years ago!
I decided it needed an upgrade and a bit of an edit.
This was originally posted in 2012! Wow, ten years ago!
I decided it needed an upgrade and a bit of an edit.
There is someone for each of us, and maybe we should listen to the breeze, or be more open to those subtle moments, or maybe we should be brave and say “Hello”.
However we find love, our soulmate, our friend we must be able to allow them to find us too because if we let our souls go on that romance trek then we must also allow our feelings their freedom to show who we are and so let our colours merge to paint a tingle of chemistry.
the named storm wakes me
with its whistles and drones
I sit here listening
trying to remember its name
I forget
but did I really take much notice
so of course I haven’t forgotten
if its name passed me by
That crack in the ceiling
that scar in my mind
that sinking
… softness of you
once
it’s futile
there’s nothing to remember
nothing to forget
nothing
but once
I hear it’s November
but the rains sound the same
The birds, I hear
and see as they drink from puddles
I hear my radiators
clicking, groaning
so it must be a chilly November
but it all feels the same
I see it’s grey out there
and suddenly the birds are silent
as I watch dribbling condensation
pool on the sill
I swim in that pool
and feel a tremendous hankering
to evaporate.