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Bill Nellist Jun 2021
Before I could move I laid very still,
Drawing breath seconds settling as snowfall,
Alone except for a cast iron will,
Waiting for the moment that I could crawl,

Somewhere I might drag myself to my feet,
To stand firm sheltered beneath drifted time,
Defying both gravity and defeat,
Just me and this cast iron will of mine,

Before I chose to be still I could move,
I roamed where I wished tasted love sublime,
Gone now is the one who would heal and soothe,
Returned to source like snowflakes, tears of brine,

Before I could move I had to be still,
Remember my strength my cast iron will.
Bill Nellist Mar 2020
A nut tree grows,
at Four Lane Ends,
along with crows,
and passing friends,
who briefly dance six feet apart,

While fears prance,
sparrows dart,
beneath the rose,
and wild bird song,
my love grows,
ever strong.
Bill Nellist Mar 2020
Behave as a virus,
your inner light our sun,
radiating kindness,
through this journey begun,

Shine over our struggles,
breathe warmth into ice,
for no matter your troubles,
you can always be nice,

live in each other,
bloat us with love,
my sister,
my brother,
let there be nothing,

nothing,

but love.
Bill Nellist May 2020
Socially distanced he whispered,

"it says covid on the death certificate,

but I'm not a sap,

it was the clap".
Kin
Bill Nellist May 2021
Kin
Every so often glows a fine light,
ebbing life with a unique frequency,
us, arranged as beacons set to ignite,
signalling our love and humanity.
Bill Nellist Aug 2021
Fat across three ribs of a bright green leaf,
A dewdrop rolled onto my tongue beneath,
Served cold and fresh direct from nature's dish,
Filtered through limestone and the gills of fish,

This immortal moisture once ran like oil,
Down an ancestors back doubled in toil,
Laden with memory mossed on their tomb,
It nourished their children warm in the womb,

Through fauna and flora time and again,
Their essence combined recycled as rain,
A powerful force that dribbles and slings,
Dictating life to perishable things,

With a solution of all it has known,
Returned to the sea through everyone's home.

— The End —