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Morning Sparkles

I’ve been getting up early this week. It’s felt good. Shame that I can’t keep my eyes open past 9pm. Is it possible to rise with the dawn and go to sleep with it? I think not. Damn.

Morning Sparkles

Rising up in the early morning
Actually feels good
I’d almost say
The sun has returned
From its jaunt to Australia
And is sparkling on my windowpane
This is a small revelation
It’s true I’ve been here before
But this time
I’m certain
I’ll be back for more

My morning has been extended
Plied gently open to reveal
Bonus time
A pocket of unhurried space
Before the day really begins
Before anyone would dare phone me
To turn on my computer would seem
A crime against myself
And this calm morning
Full of possibilities

If I had a garden

Another day another poem. Not sure how long this will last but I’m really enjoying writing these and have an urge to get them out there as soon as I have. It’s quite therapeutic even if nobody else reads or enjoys them. Today I am experimenting with no punctuation. I am craving the outdoors a lot at the moment. Unfortunately my second floor flat doesn’t have a garden so I have dreamt one up.

If I had a garden…

In my city garden the walls would drip with vines
It wouldn’t be very neat
But in bare feet I’d walk out into it and feel engulfed
Leaves would brush my face
And through deep nostrils I’d soak it all up
As if my life were on the line

I’d look to the sky with eyes closed
Letting the sun and the rain drench me to the core
What bliss to have a garden like this
Ants would hold general meetings here
Butterflies spending time
Flying resting flying
Whole cities of insects
Whole nations on a small patch of soil

In my garden it’s often sunny
I sit and sip warm nectar
On a rug beneath a tree
Sometimes the weather is stormy and I face it head on
Eyes full of rain
Ears full of thunder
Veins full of life


The dripping meat you habitually eat

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The dripping meat you habitually eat

He says
You’re slipping further
Slipping further
Where will it all end?

See to me it feels like
Flying higher
Flying higher
Who’s looking for an end?

The more I read the more
I feel empowered
Empowered by knowledge
That could throw me down
And make me despair
But instead
I feel empowered


I don’t want to be part of the problem
Don’t want to watch as
The biodiversity of this world is trampled
Into dust
By cloven hooves

Don’t want to live in a
Burning inferno
(Call me crazy)
A desert where once there were trees
I don’t want these to be memories
Tall tales we recount to our children
Can’t fathom
Our meaning

It’s easy to look away
And it’s easy to believe
That you need that steak
You need that cheese
You couldn’t live without it

But the truth is
You can and
You should

I’m not beating around the bush
Cos soon there’ll be no bush to beat around anyway
Open your eyes and actually look
Staring you in the face is the clear and horrifying link
Between the
Dripping meat you
Habitually eat
And the devastation of our natural world