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January 21, 2019

Husband Poem

 

Fleeting moments fragments of feeling

But you are my constant

Sparks in the dark

And you are my constant

Lines intertwining

And you are my constant

Crossing paths

With you as my constant

Pain and passion

And here are you continually

Love and loss

And then you. My rock. Above everything else.

 

And yet the past still laps against the surface

A reminder of what has come before

Futile waste perhaps?

No.

Simply different.

 

I grew.

And out of it all was you.

 

 

 

 

 

The Big Smoke

 

Did you know there is an open air organic meat market in London?

Did you know there is an open air organic meat market and a man selling fajitas from a bus in London?

Did you know there is an open air organic meat market, a man selling fajitas from a bus and a woman running a boot camp in a barge in London?

Did you know there is an open air organic meat market,

a man selling fajitas from a bus,

a woman running a boot camp in a barge and a cinema on a disused car park in London?

 

A multitude of museums

A million and one cafes selling cakes

200 Michelin star restaurants

A park with a castle

A park with an elephant

A park with a tree that has stood for TEN THOUSAND years

Yoga near the lido on a Sunday at sunrise

Free karate in a shipping container on a Tuesday

Painting and pottery at the back of a craft shop

Photography and a pint on the banks of the Thames

Friday's we do coffee while walking our dogs in the Park

Monday's we play golf in an underground bar in the dark

There are sex parties that last over seven nights, fuelled by new drugs and saucy delights.

Cream teas in secret hotel parlours, swimming pools in secret hotel parlours, spas in secret hotel parlours, dance floors in secret hotel parlours.

Bars beyond fridges

Speakeasies beyond grand pianos

Bars on roofs

Bars in lofts

Bars underground

Bars under water

Bars above clouds

Bars in secret hotel parlours.

Bars on boats

Bars in parks

Bars on streets

Bars in cars

Bars in beaches

Bars in ships

Ships on roofs

Gardens on roofs

Beehives on roofs

Roofs everywhere

Skies nowhere

Sliver of skies

Silver skies

Silver

 

Silver London

 

Where should I start?

Where can I breathe?

How can I choose?

How do you choose?

 

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I'll put on my walking shoes.

 

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I'll put on my walking shoes.

 

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I'll put on my walking shoes.

 

 

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