For Stuart

Walking home from work, I was thinking about Stuart.

How I messed up and how I didn't know what to do anymore.

Punishing thoughts set on Short Spin in my washing machine mind.

Shame hammering on the firmly locked door of my frightened heart.

I reached the garden gate and, looking up,

Saw a sequin spangled sky. A glory of stars.

And my heart leapt up into the dark open space

Into the velvet stillness.

Thinking those thoughts that we all do,

About eternity and magnitude and the pettiness of my woes,

Self obsession was momentarily fractured by the twinkling light.

I lay on the damp grass in the garden, surrendering

To the inevitable shame of being human and

To the wonder of being part of this creation.

I was thinking about Stuart and how,

On some mysterious level, maybe we were okay.




◄ Mind

Into the Blue ►


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Hazel ettridge

Mon 6th Aug 2018 09:23

Thank you Hannah.

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Hannah Collins

Mon 6th Aug 2018 08:51

Enjoyed reading this one so much.
Every line has a treat inside it.


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Hazel ettridge

Sun 5th Aug 2018 09:59

Patrick, Martin, Avishek - thank you for reading and commenting. Much appreciated.

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Sat 4th Aug 2018 21:17

This poem is so easy to wrap around me and snuggle with words for a while that phrasing is beautiful that she share a priceless and it always leaves us hungry for more

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Martin Elder

Thu 2nd Aug 2018 22:43

A wonderful poem Hazel. I love your description here of both heart and mind.

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Hazel ettridge

Thu 2nd Aug 2018 14:26

Thanks for the comment and the welcome back, Anya.

Also thank you, Taylor.

And thanks for the likes, David and Jon.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Thu 2nd Aug 2018 14:20

A brilliantly evocative poem.
Thank you

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