I’ve been listening to Amanda Palmer’s powerful song, “Drowning In Sound”, and reading her poetically brilliant lyrics, while I was scribbling some perplexing notes, and those puzzling words, later formed this poem….
I bought a clock yesterday, to hang under my verandah today. Now time is close at hand, giving me notice of her demands… This poem is a repost from this Time last year.
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Todays poem is a repost from 2 years ago, and today my gorgeous plant Blue Statice (Limonium perezii Blue) is in full bloom again. And a year ago the poem was published in a local anthology called “Writeabout- Two”
My Blue Statice Blooms Today
Love is a dirty word when I’m alone
Nervously shaking to the bone
Hearing myself rattle unseen
Anxiously sweating, feeling unclean
Awakening, my eyes slowly open
Nightmares diminish, now forgotten
The wind carries sunlight through my dawn’s clouds