All that love can do
No matter how we invent this writing malarkey
Or, how, precisely, we feel about it,
There is a wonder within our hearts,
And a good hiding of our souls;
So much more than a mirror, wi-fi
there’s a story to be told, a tale told by an idiot”
But all we hear is:
‘fear poverty, terrorist filth fear anguish, rope, anger, death, grief: time diminishes, the pale horseman.’
Untold stories encircle us still
as we try to live secretly thrillingly
stories hoard themselves in our imagination
which we dole out to ourselves (sparinngly)
when frightened or bored
as a way to lift us into
A new mode of travel down
Lines and Lanes of unadopted roads
Leading us to a borderland
Of ruin that we investigate,
At our peril and in our own time:
poems, novels, plays, opera, ballet, painting: let's bring these back to the multi-storey flats or else
help us to see
high windows, yes, but stained glass too,
stained, with all that love can do.
Thu 30th Mar 2023 18:05
Thank you so much Hélène.
"Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness." Bertrand Russell
Thu 30th Mar 2023 15:38
Love this! Face to face, sharing a story of hope & beauty; guys chatting during the work day; artists pouring out their souls...the title alone speaks volumes "all that love can do"
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