Sleepless night!
those who are sleeping tight
tell me how do you sleep
without thinking
and sleep so light
don't you have any thoughts?

upon his eyes, i read in the reflection his story
i see the memories, the fearful nights, the noisy mornings
and the nights worth of words appear on his skin as he shivers under my living touch
he isn't friends with the wicked, he's been taken hostage by it
he's not cold, not ruthless,
only perceived this way
by those whose heads live in the luscious clouds of the heavens
while his mind is rooted in the earth
and his eyes
they're empty, pleading, hoping, yet accepting
his pools of polluted oceans hold more trauma than others
and it takes one to know one


©L.F.

The disco floor is empty,
   No more john Travolta
                            Olivia Newton John

serenades,

Cos there at home,
                      quarantined.


           They use there roller skates
around the settee, getting there exercise
               a fifteen minute burn.

                           As any more I'd need a martini.

Bruise's show that its isn't as easy as
                                          it used to be.

On Amazon for a new flat screen....
                      because the other one has
a roller skate imbedded in it.

What!! that was forty two years ago...

     Not as flexible as we were before.
My kids got the swear jar full after that day...


                                                    And breath..


Summer nights we weren't at the beach,
          social distancing and the police.
So we turned the backyard in to our holiday.
tell me more,
             it turned cold,
  So we went in quick as a sneeze would echo
    around the neighbourhood and you know
           how'd they talk. Oh they got covid 19


Summer dreams,
                             I haven't got the body for it now..
            We've been quarantined for twelve weeks..
Tell me anyone that has a beach body?
       More like a beached whale...

But the quarantine is saving us,
       No social gathering, no school...
lie ins while the kids sleep into...

And I'll dream of that moment I can
          see mum again, skype is all good,
but cause the level of concern I'll wait till
           were allowed to visit the loved ones again.

Its the night sky
Which provides me hope
How the darkness is temporary
And the nights are for sure to pass
Sleepless nights, depressed nights, full of anxiety
The night sky was which told me
That past is sure the past
Like a star in the sky,
Not important, nor hidden
Its the moon which whispered to me
How you can always shine
Whether the nights are grey or black
and whether your life is broken or hidden
Like the crescent moon, or a half one
There is a time when you always collect your courage
And shine completely, like a full one
Full of hope and shine!

when she tucks herself in-
under the fabric of her duvet
she forgets about her
unwritten essays-
as she is immersed in the
blue light of her phone-
she allows the pixels of
his face to seep into her own-
absorb in to her brain
until there is no room for
anything else-
and the clock races past two and
she lets it
she knows its only Monday
purple shadows cloud the skin under
her tired eyes but she can't stop
talking talking talking
the adrenaline of a notification
is too much -
the idea of sleep is put to rest-
at least not while he's awake-
now he's tired of her
he wants space
she's obsessing
he dissolves himself into the internet
away from her digital touch
to be disconnected

call ended.