Wednesday, 17 March 2021

Critical mass

By Gub 15th of March 

The thing that was missing 

Is not an absence

It’s a presence


The space that’s empty

Doesn’t feel empty

Unless fullness is met 


A whole is not complete 

Unless incompleteness is known


Time is a yearning gap

That can’t stopped 


And love a temporal force

Which only reaches  forward and 

Not back


The little hand 

The big hand 


Aligned for a brief second 

On the family clock


The miracle of birth 

Is not existence ;

But the consequent impossibility 

Of non-existence


For whatever exists as a preorder 

Was not complete , 

Was not whole 


A full stop without a sentence


Critical mass is achieved 

When what was missing 

Isn’t missing 

Anymore ...


What was 

Is a ‘was’ 


And what ‘is’

Is an ‘is’


And ‘is’ 

Is a what will be?


A subsequent ...




 






For the last time

By Silvia, 17th of March 2021

 

The world spins slow on its axis

I welcome the sun’s acid kiss 

The higher the peak, the deeper the abyss

Skittish lamb, unsteady in a premature spring 

To love you is to live without skin,

Uncoupled from time 

You arrived and I’ve no gifts to bring 

Will you teach me gentleness 

How to lean into the world’s invisible hand 

Secure that in the night of your cloud eyes 

I am seeing my present for the last time.



Wednesday, 10 March 2021

Blue light


Blue light


By Sil 

Hereford hospital 11th of March, 2021


Under the blue light 

You fold and unfold 

Flesh origami

Five pounds of flailing limbs 

Articulated toes

What is incomplete remains unarticulated  

Life juts upward 

Like it has a plan

A diaphragmatic drum 

Triumphantly pounding 

against miniature ribs 

Through translucent plastic 

I am looking 

At a blueprint of the future

fully arrived, yet half-known 

Your face is turned away 

And your eyes swim in darkness 

So I read you hunger backwards

In your breath 

Fanning fingers 

That curl around our ancestral past

I read your stirring 

The arching of your back 

Your your moon-shaped body has a deep gravity 

And mine is but a giant satellite tuned to a single frequency