Soul Cup .
I wish upon myself, that one day I’ll be as comfortable in me, as she in her tub. Pop this in your cup … once the soul has left its pot, its own cup it must fill. One teaspoon or two? Entirely up to you. But do we must, fill our cups, with pinkies pointing up. And rise we do in fluff and blue, and endless possibility …
Personal footnote: Just got back from talking at a conference up North in the remote mining town of Newman. Struck by the extent of individual and community suffering, this ‘Ink’ arrived.
(Reposted from 2011. Find her in Clunk & Jam book.)
She Didn’t Have To Know Everything.
(Reposted from 2011. Find her in ‘Clunk & Jam’ book.)
Just one more …
It’s hard when things end. When you really, really want them to keep going. To last forever.
Footnote: This ‘Ink’ could be suggesting an eventual shrinking of the loss. An end to the slide. And perhaps even new growth – in herself. Her arrival and the hopeful spin on her meaning was influenced by the music and message ‘Never Give Up – Find Your Own Way Home’ by Sia. Suggesting … the secret to change could well be in the building?
The curtain lifted to reveal, not a stage, but her long forgotten place.
(Reposted from 2011. Find her in Clunk & Jam book,2019)
Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Don’t Let Yourself Down.
Once upon a short time ago, there was a girl with plaits so black she cut the tie with big chunky scissors believing it would bring her eternal silence. But it left her with nothing at all to distill her teaming thoughts. So she gathered her litter of locks and spun them into a spiraling lace that grew circles around her temple tall keeping her forever safe.
Most days you’ll find her growing tomatoes out the back.
(Clunk & Jam book, 2019. Drawing from Youth Focus camp, 2007.)
