gone one year, and you

Feel me there, breathing with you, my smile kissing your crown, my cheek a lamb for your temple; let my silence be yours, find my words on every page, hear my pulse in every second. No absence, no silence, no shadow can sever our connection. It was you before all of this; and it will be you always.

frost upon the gate— your hand warms mine in silence, dawn drifts through our breath ~Aiko

I walk slower hoping you’ll appear winter road ~Akari

silence . naoki sasaki ikebana artist

'Time falls and falls through endless space, to when we are.' - Carol Ann Duffy. As long as there is life, there is hope. Happy new year

Goodbye to 2025! A 🧵 of New Year and related poems for you. Please do add. First up, Carol Ann Duffy 'I drop the dying year behind me like a shawl and let it fall' ❤️

I imagine you there, in those fields, our fields, tugging my sleeve, pointing at the sheep that have suddenly appeared, laughing as I breathe more sheep for you in the frosty air, each ground-bound cloud a warm hug to nestle your smile in. And your fingers in mine; your fingers in mine.

till time and times are done

Snow is covering us. Close your eyes and sleep. Close your eyes and dream. This is one story. There will be another. Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods

You bring such beauty, dearest soul. Please be you, always.

Franz Wright #poetry

hope still feathered

Love bears all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Two ships passing in the night; closing my eyes at the thought of your light unseen. Only on these dark waves we became one, melting into each other with phrases, edged with mist. And still I breathe you in like words, my soul unblinded by your light, at last.

still echoing your footsteps the cobbles you walked as I dreamed you

Oui, je pense à toi; our love remains, despite. One more night, forever

nights weathered by darkness now dream of new light

Intieme gesprek (Intimate conversation) - 8 short love poems by Ingrid Jonker (1933-1965) (3) I know I know your mouth is a nest of little birds

lightblooming

Feel me there, breathing with you, my smile kissing your crown, my cheek a lamb for your temple; let my silence be yours, find my words on every page, hear my pulse in every second. No absence, no silence, no shadow can sever our connection. It was you before all of this; and it will be you always.

homing moon nestling in my gaze

winter finding life within

looking back

The sun is on my face and I'm alive; even if I only dream your light. I love you. I miss you.

never alone

'...she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.' – Italo Calvino, The Distance of the Moon (in The Complete Cosmicomics)

hope is how you catch the light

Whenever you sit down with your book after a long day, imagine me there, my chest to rest your head on, my legs to shelter yours; I do the same, every evening, softly squeezing the armrest where I dream your hand, listening to catch your breath in each turn of a page.

each firefly a stardrop swimming the sky

light, always, still

You are very much alive in me. You did leave your mark, and you will keep leaving your mark, every day, in how I see and feel the world through you, in how I read every word as if you breathe it; and you will not be forgotten, not until my last breath.

maybe I only dreamed us

on light's trail

desires aligned

Know, my soul, that my love exists, our connection exists, and that nothing will change that. You really do hum in my blood, in my veins, every day. I wonder if you ever realised what you mean to me, how profoundly you have changed my life. I live in after-you, dreaming with-you till the end.

Let me imagine your eyes, this thaw of blue fire. Let me imagine words uncaged, light returning with birdsong, your name budding on my lips. Yes, everything we threw to the night sky, and there it still lives, stars tingling my skin with our flame.

the stars still write us - one night light years, forever murmuring your name

guilty

'I hear a bird begin its song, piercing the hour, to bring first light this Christmas dawn, a gift, the blush of memory.' – Carol Ann Duffy, Over

my light shines from your shadow

"Only one colour remains, today's single promise, pricked in red over the ashen world - seen in a flitting robin, some rosehips on a bush, the sun hanging low by the wood, and through the flushed cottage windows the berries of the holly and the russet faces of the feasting children." -Laurie Lee

Angels but a fairy dream Merry Christmas, wherever you are Interlude from Benjamin Britten's Ceremony of Carols - Willy Postma, harp youtu.be/KXn3dVbFS6s?...

my life your candle, always

"How then does light return to the world after the eclipse of the sun? Miraculously. Frailly.” -Virginia Woolf, The Waves

the first poet was darkness the first poetry, light

When did your name change from a proper noun to a charm? […] I see it, discreet in the alphabet, like a wish. I pray it into the night till its letters are light. I hear your name rhyming, rhyming, rhyming with everything. ~Carol Ann Duffy

The highest hymns of the sun are written in the dark. Dylan Thomas, to Lawrence Durrell, December 1937

A poem for the Solstice To Know the Dark To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings. Wendell Berry

solstice