I observed to someone
Somewhat knowing of me
That I fancied a coffee,
And with that to watch the
Fresh Hunters moon and
Here indeed I am,
Teacher beaker insulated mug
At hand and not just watching
The beautiful moon but
Writing poems in the dark,
Poems unfettered by pain
And frustration or anger
Or rage or host of negatives,
Poems which rather celebrate
A deep abiding peace
That is welling from some deep
Lost place within my heart,
A silent joyous tsunami engulfing a
Panic I never noticed
And gouts of pain which, trust me, I did!
Page upon page of darkness
Still stands whence left,
But these new verses,
Born free of guilt or demanded
Expected gas-lit shame,
These shall be my true legacy,
I need no phoenix statement
To lift me in the face of others,
Nor to hide my verse for I am happy
To have found that man I was - before,
It's bad to consume coffee
At this time of night,
But as I lift my cup I simultaneously
Realise that this one was a gift,
But also that the contents are cold
Because I am writing now in a new day,
The moon has moved since I came here
As much as my perspective,
Not so much by mine own effort though,
The moon through cosmic physics
My perspective through the help of one good egg,
It's kind of annoying this
Not having done it myself but you know what?
It turns out that vulnerability does not ****
Neither does care,
Nor love nor kindness for the faults of others,
(I have poured these out in more than full measure,)
It turns out you just need a thoroughly decent human
To pour some back,
Who knew?
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
I observed to someone
Somewhat knowing of me
That I fancied a coffee,
And with that to watch the
Fresh Hunters moon and
Here indeed I am,
Teacher beaker insulated mug
At hand and not just watching
The beautiful moon but
Writing poems in the dark,
Poems unfettered by pain
And frustration or anger
Or rage or host of negatives,
Poems which rather celebrate
A deep abiding peace
That is welling from some deep
Lost place within my heart,
A silent joyous tsunami engulfing a
Panic I never noticed
And gouts of pain which, trust me, I did!
Page upon page of darkness
Still stands whence left,
But these new verses,
Born free of guilt or demanded
Expected gas-lit shame,
These shall be my true legacy,
I need no phoenix statement
To lift me in the face of others,
Nor to hide my verse for I am happy
To have found that man I was - before,
It's bad to consume coffee
At this time of night,
But as I lift my cup I simultaneously
Realise that this one was a gift,
But also that the contents are cold
Because I am writing now in a new day,
The moon has moved since I came here
As much as my perspective,
Not so much by mine own effort though,
The moon through cosmic physics
My perspective through the help of one good egg,
It's kind of annoying this
Not having done it myself but you know what?
It turns out that vulnerability does not ****
Neither does care,
Nor love nor kindness for the faults of others,
(I have poured these out in more than full measure,)
It turns out you just need a thoroughly decent human
To pour some back,
Who knew?
