Sinking deeper into Love-Musings

It’s a strange feeling. Falling in love I mean. Actually I don’t mean. I’m almost certain I've already fallen. But they don’t have a word for when you've fallen in love but you still can’t quite catch your stomach. I think it would be sinking. You hit the surface and there’s an almighty crash and everything changes. But then you realise that you haven’t quite stopped moving. Only this time there’s something pushing you back to where you came from. Urging you to break the surface. Being in love is like turning turvy in the water and starting to swim down-even if the water’s murky and you can’t tell how deep it is.

I Do Not Know Anything Like the Back of My Hand-A Poem

I do not know anything like the back of my hand

Look at something enough times you no longer see

The scars

The marks

That which sets them apart

All you see is hands

Stare at something for long enough

It ceases to matter

It distorts

It skews

Have we let things blur this much?

All we can focus on is ourselves

So many with self-inflicted scarring

This is nothing new

So many

The afflicted

Starving

We know this truth

But hold up your kaleidoscope

Reflect

Refract

Fragment

Relax

Heaven forbid you should ever react

Look at this word through a microscope

Subdued

Or try to see the ’bigger picture’

Consumed

Here on our cathedrals of faith and science we

Are so devout in our repetition we are losing retention

We do not remember them

The devil is in the details

And he is dancing

Dotting Is and crossing Ts

On contracts selling souls

Uprooting our family tree

Please

Next time we look

Let’s try to see