Poem -
Being naked
(art work by my wife - a part of a painted living room wall in a previous house)
It is the midnight hour,
being in the loop
returning ever to the same
moment
over and over
again.
Ghostly dark in this hour,
a nioghtmare's nest waking
in the yard and yet
being naked now
means
mislaying order in the loop;
means
you set yourself
outside the hour glass,
come rain, come sun;
take your time
being naked
to let the soul
out
into your nature/
Being naked in yourĀ
need
breaks the loop.
sets the moment free
in moon's light.
I laugh,
while nightmare's foals play
between the trees.
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A beautiful meaningful write John... nice to see you back. Love the artwork x
Hanx, Marion, for sticking around, even though I am such an irregular laddie... I can only write when it itches and when life gets too complicated there be no itchesšš¤£. I must always think of the evil uncle in Hamlet: "My thoughts fly up, but my words stay below... Words without thought ne'er to heaven go"Ā - I cannot do empty words (this Sunday I tried, but failed miserably and the discarded poem will never be birthed now...). I have one more to put up soon...