Kiss your chains

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Commotion through my heart.

I moved into her room.

Taking a straight line
though sideways seemed best.

(Sometimes you have to make do.)

 

She was ready.

 

And, afterwards, said:

“Kiss your chains!
Before you go back home.

Kiss them, honey!

 

OK.

Stand up, now.”

 

 

By then
I really
wanted
a cuddle.

 

 

But sometimes

 

you have

to make do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

(The above piece dates from when I was 20 years old.)

 

I’m too ill for writing poetry, lately.
My brain affected by a virus.
Into the fourth weekend, and it’s still continuing.

Luckily the fever and headache abated.
Though depression increased.

I resisted a break from blogging, which might have been sensible.
These Sunday posts form a chance to connect with readers, that I don’t want to lose.
With a small following, I fear being forgotten altogether, during any absence.

My anxiety about running out of food eased.
Finding empty shelves now partially refilled, in local shops.
(I could not buy preferred choices, but there were, at least, alternatives.)

 

Theย best thing about the last fortnight was spending more time on WordPress.

I discovered many interesting blogs.
Plus enjoyed interacting with various writers, poets, photographers, and artists.

 

Hope everybody is well?

 

Haveย you been online for longer than usual?

 

Comments are always VERY welcome!

 

Thank you
for reading.

 

 

 

(Art on the blog is mine.)

 


 

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17 thoughts on “Kiss your chains”

  1. Love can be a harsh thing, especially when you are young and trying to prove yourself, wrestling with testosterone, trying to be stronger than you are. Courageous of you to have written it down.

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  2. I like the way you write , and I relate to what you write about, the emotions are swirling , life as you say isnโ€™t easy but I think we can draw on this as if itโ€™s teaching us something, at least I hope so. I have never found the key to writing myself, it is sort of ad hoc , I write like a hammer and that can be off putting I guess, never mind, itโ€™s sunny here in the age of coronavirus and I am going for a walk, I usually walk 15 kilometres or so, gets the blood running ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ™ see you and thanks for checking out my stuff

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