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Polar Jul 29
We carry our scars and hide our weaknesses sometimes trying to forget who we are to become someone else.

We hurt others in attack and defence whilst shielding those we love to create barriers against the outside world.

Everyday

We try to do more, be more

Measuring ourselves by success or failure.

On our best days we forget ourselves and put others first.

We come to learn sometimes our biggest success can come from our greatest failures.
Polar Jul 16
He carves words he has spoken
Of promises unbroken
whispering into the dark
Chiselling delicately into her bones
With tobacco juice to bring out the tones
Quietly engraving symbols and psalms
Living for the night
Working through to the light
Communing only through dreams
In daylight she's secure
Inside a white Alder tree
Protected and respected
Her spirit flies free
Polar Apr 10
We carry our worlds within our hands
And communicate in time with our heartbeats
We can see the world from above and far away
Or the inside of ourselves in minute detail
Time can be tabled, abstract or meaningless
As we try to find our souls
We adapt to ever change
While love remains the same
Polar Feb 24
I light skies of tinder web narcissus
While I dream of horizons blue.
Over my shoulder are reflections yet unseen
As death draws ever near.
Ahead are orange groves
Heavy and heady with age
As I stand in the middle
With desire to neither move ahead or behind
Centred and alive.
From here I thrive
Under my  blue narcissus sky.
  Jul 2018 Polar
Busbar Dancer
She has never built sandcastles.
She has never toed the surf along the Gulf of Mexico.
She's only ever known these mountains;
these cold, granite monuments to impassibility
that reduce the sky to slits,
somehow managing to make the heavens smaller.

Half closed eyelids with their own trap-door gravity.

Short lives last eternities too
and there is beauty to be had
- even here -
It's just that everyone should get to build sandcastles sometimes.
Polar Jun 2018
He
He speaks the language of flowers
Quietly toiling in his garden
Digging, raking and smoothing soil,
Gently coaxing nature to match his vision.
He knows the bees, spiders, beetles, worms and earwigs
Regarding them as friends.
He follows seasons, moon and stars
As others do people
Enthralled at the changes they bring.
He listens as the birds sing
Watching with joy as
Fledgling take wing.
Polar Apr 2018
In the stillness of the dark
I sit,
And outside my window
The night holds many possibilities.
People move within the shadows
Barely visible to the naked eye
Living shadow lives alongside my own.

Do we dream together?
And will love survive death?

I see you
In different times
Living different lives
And myself as a shadow
Living my own shadow life.
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