I am leaving it all behind, like a chapter in a book… I've watched, learned, offered, paused, wondered, cried… and now I'm moving on…
And I do that with the first poetry I've published in 14 years…
AFTER THE LOCK-DOWN
that fathomless depth within him is like a conglomeration wish-list, therefore so is hehe wants to bathe in deep coastal blue waters, petting the back of a leatherback sea-turtle while eulogising Jean de La Fontaine
he wants to glide by reefs of pink coral, and myriad orangy white-ish schools of anemonefish, all in one breathe
closer to home
he wants to heroically barefoot down sidewalks, mud, and sand, seeking Zootoca vivipara and wannabe pillagers that would be his friend
he wants to watch horror movies on saturday night in the local cinema and dance in the kitchen to the smell of fresh-out-of-the-oven pumpkin pies
and fresh baked bread
the morning after
he wants to make up stories that people want to hear, and learn how to paint like Van Gogh used to do
he wants to ride a mustang forever–both the car version as well as the equus one
he wants to touch his own heart again, and know that it still beats strong
he wants to run, and walk, and smell the snowdrops in the humid air, and watch shakespearean dramas, and meet odd people
but he settles to rest his head on your lap tonight
he wants to watch horror movies on saturday night in the local cinema and dance in the kitchen to the smell of fresh-out-of-the-oven pumpkin pies
and fresh baked bread
the morning after
he wants to make up stories that people want to hear, and learn how to paint like Van Gogh used to do
he wants to ride a mustang forever–both the car version as well as the equus one
he wants to touch his own heart again, and know that it still beats strong
he wants to run, and walk, and smell the snowdrops in the humid air, and watch shakespearean dramas, and meet odd people
but he settles to rest his head on your lap tonight