A Voice in the Noise

Finding a voice in the noise like a door in the dark, the door that leads to the great unknown that we all avoid. Familiarity breeding contempt with every note and every tread, as if the sound from my throat is running parallel to the stars, improvising, trying, shaping, aping.

Soon.

( J )

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Reality is Rosy

A window into something parallel reveals pillows of sacrifice and the greener grass, the concrete & the carnival, the tithe & the taut. Yesterday is written off here, our tomorrows have bluer skies and reality is rosy. It takes two and we are pulling precious cargo into each new day, waiting for everything, wanting for nothing, happy, smiling, settled.

( J )

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Stealing Kisses

Your hand in mine feels like a torch that lights the way through cavernous woodland. I’d stand by you standing by me just to steal another kiss, scared of the fact you’ll grow to understand the embarrassment of paternal affection. 

( J )

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Growing 


Statuesque effigy, built by hands of patient offspring in the floodlights of home when outside the storm is battering, out shelter feeling ever sweeter. In this cocoon of bricks & mortar she’s growing; blooming into everything I’d hoped she’d be when you overcame the terrible twos.

( J )