Come

Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.
Marie Curie (1867-1934) French Physicist

 

 

 


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Come, let me just hold you, Fear
You may squeeze me, here here
When you’re sobbing it’s okay
I’m here for you

Life can be hard, I know you know
But look, there in the meadow
For everyone there is a way
Of happiness

Your problems may seem titanic
But I ask you not to panic
His hands can crush all your demons
Come

Poem of the Month: Process

I found this poem by Ashleigh Young in SPORT 44 New Zealand New Writing 2016


Process

All the friends we lost
to self-improvement will come back to us
oddly polished but otherwise the same.

All of the decisions we make in the small hours, to leave, to stay
will also be correct when we wake again.

The great suction that comes from beneath a passing truck
signifies the velocity of the living drawing us near;

when we look back to our dear friends cycling behind us,
their eyes are wide with joy and not terror.

All the friends who avoided our eyes in supermarket aisles
will embrace us in the vegetable markets.

Our erasure of our social media presence will not be half hearted.
On this day our city is as a perfect haircut, its losses gently layered
and what is left, falling gracefully.

If I am riding a horse that takes fright and gallops up a hill,
the horse you are riding will also take fright
and we will be carried away screaming together.

Things will follow due process.
Anything lost, only fallen in long grass.
If I can’t see your face it is only because my face
is pressed into your shoulder.

Pictureless walls sing their freedoms
as if facing a new city, new river, new air.
An open window pulls sheets from the bed
delays their flight, lights up particles of skin and strands of hair.

The Muse

In the heavens and on the earth
She graces me with joy and mirth
But, why? Can I understand

She is the wind, born to be free
To sway me like a willow tree
Flowing in a lowland

By the sunset, she carries on
With hope the bright stars thereupon
Make the night both warm and dim

Holding a lantern in her hand
Which she lights up at her command
When Day is filled to the brim

And as she wears her crown in June
While standing still beneath the moon
I meditate by the sea

This princess, Lord, with a good name
Whose wisdom is of high acclaim
Acts out of love for Thee

With thanks to two poets, Tatwin Spruyt and John Williams, who have contributed to this love poem through suggestion, and also thanks to the novelist Mylissa Buysse who reviewed it.