A poem about taking control of your heart…literally. ❤️
A haiku for all those tissues I have sneezed into this week. Enjoy!
Mint tea in clean mug,warm and small feelings of joy,which I hold onto.
Maybe they use a light bulb,because memory is only aflash,a quip of a quick blinding burn – – a faint tingling remainson the tip of my thumb, but I don’t know where it came from,I don’t remember how it happened. “What was I saying again?”
“No one cycles in London” “Move your cycle” “I’d like to ride a penny-farthing on the road” “That penny-farthing is as big as me; its wheel is as big as my face.” “Is that where Trafalgar Square is?” (looking at a map in the middle of a bike lane) “Is that where Somerset House is?”Continue reading “Things I’ve heard people say in London”
Name here, Sign here, sigh there, Wear and tear of the town, causes tearing of hair, baby cries — — closed eyes. Lullabies sung, Tumbling now that standing up has come, Standing on your own two cold feet, good bye — –I smell, the Muffin Man, hungry as I run to Drury Lane, a girlContinue reading “Drury Lane”