Faces

We all are liminal spaces
Drawn to one another
Repelled by one another

Each interaction
Manifests a layer
Which face will I wear today?

We all are fluid spaces
Endless opportunities
Of being

A bubble forms
It grows slowly
Like air trapped in magma

Surface tensions
Becomes too much
The bubble bursts

Another face emerges
I notice
It looks
Like all the others

The faces are masks
I tried to hide behind
Not realising
They are all in my image

Today’s poem was inspired by a young artists evocative work.

What’s in the Mirror?

See me
Hear me
You shout
On top of your lungs

Her
She can’t hear you
Caught in her own prison
Of wounds that won’t heal
It’s easier
That prison
Then healing
You suspect

Two people
Watch from afar
They see your pain
They see your struggles

Him and her
Tried sending smoke signals
Tried sending encrypted messages
You ignore
And scream
“Go away”
You shout your anger

At him
“Why did you not protect me?”
He couldn’t
His wounds were fresh
Trauma runs deep
He barely survived this one

At her
“You destroyed everything”
She didn’t
There was nothing left to destroy
When she arrived
She pulled at the bandaid though
Wounds need air and light
To heal

It’s scary
Being seen
Being heard
It’s scary
Not being able to hide
It’s painful
To look at the wounds

Being seen
Being heard
Comes with healing
You aren’t ready to heal
Quite yet

Mountainbiking in Scotland

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There are no words
Doing justice to mountains wearing an ice crystal tiara, once the sun hits after a snow shower.
The layered papercut of hills stretches seemingly endless into the horizon
Spring growth is slowly changing the landscape
Still predominantly browns–you would think it’s boring
But the dramatic light as clouds chase the sun

Or is sun chasing the clouds?

Takes your breath anyway.
Hidden emerald jewels made of small ponds
Are dotted across the broken skin of the ancient hills.
Thousands of birds, a deer looks at us curiously, red squirrels dash across paths,
And I almost have an air traffic accident with a robin–we are both racing downhill.
It smells of summer in waiting.
Of bark and rain.
As soon as the sun breaks through the clouds my cold fingers warm up.
Rough ground crunches underneath my tires.
The tick green of pines darkens the path.
Only sunrays manage to break through,
Dousing us in green light.
The scent becomes heavy with acidic soil.
And still there are no words to describe the scenery adequately

Precarious

Precarious like the snow in the image above, about to fall off barren branch.

How are you?
Or shall I better not ask?
I am.
Yes full stop.
I am.
That’s it.
The achievement.
Right now.
I am.
Still in lockdown.
I am
Still not seeing family.
I am
Still not seeing friends
I am
Still locked down
I am
That is
The biggest statement
The grandest achievement
The most significant thing
Just be
Experience
Within

In the bleak midwinter

two trees centred in the the photo
sun shines through in between the photos
the shadows reflect on the ice of the frozen canal below

In the bleak midwinter
Sunshine unearths myriads of diamonds
In the bleak midwinter
Bright coloured gemstones
Berries, winter blossoms, first buds, catkins
In the bleak midwinter
A black cloud races towards me
Pinprick ice hurts my face and nips my eyes
In the bleak midwinter
Brilliant sunshine floods frozen fields
Five minutes later
In the bleak midwinter
Ice crunches underneath my soles
I take deeps breaths
And feel the movement just waiting to burst free
Come spring

RiP uncle C

Some people are a point of truth in your life
They are there, indisputable fixtures
Reliable in their theirness
You always know what to expect

In his case
Stubborn, hot-tempered, loyal, caring, cheeky
Full of integrity
What was right was right, and wrong was wrong
There was no budging
No grey zones

94 is a good life you say
Doesn’t make it easier
To see him go

Good bye

For now

Desperately Positive

I am desperately trying to uplift your spirit dear reader
But somehow the ducks want out

Dear autocorrect I cannot recall any ducks of my acquaintance
But fucks. Fucks I know a many!

I am desperately trying to share love
But the form love takes right now is anger
Now, wait a moment.
You might say.
How can anger be a form of love?
Because beyond the superficial crap
The depths of the being
Can do better
Love thy neighbor and all that

Anyway, where was I
Yes!
Desperately trying to cheer you up
Maybe this should just be an autocorrect poem
With German as second language
On my keyboard
This could get wild!

Wo waren wir?
Ach ja!
Verzweifelter Versuch euch aufzumuntern

Honestly this lockdown thing
is doing a number on the mountain climbing, iron stemming, mountain biking, kayaking self.
Where do people put all their energy?
Even my punch bag is out of commission with all the rain, garden is a mudbath.

So now that I brought you all back down to reality
Guess what
The worst is yet to come!

Just kidding
Well kinda
Bear with me

In the meantime
What’s your new lockdown skill?

Marathon blanket hugging?
Knowing by heart the intros of at least 20 TV shows?
Making eating lunch last a whole hour?

Braiding hair or beards?
Show me pictures!
Finding out just how long toenails grow in ten months?
Don’t show me pictures!

What are you proud of?
42 days without spilling coffee over my work!
Dropping toast and it didn’t land on the buttered side!
Got rid of half of my lockdown stone (definitely not a muscle gain…).

Sending you all a big hug
Stay safe
Stay sane
This too shall pass

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