#33
Soul spiked, fading glow. How do you breathe fresh air now, You can’t see clearly. ©️ Juliette Turrell
Soul spiked, fading glow. How do you breathe fresh air now, You can’t see clearly. ©️ Juliette Turrell
Wonderful, winsome wine, Winding wistfully, over my tongue. Welcomingly, warming and numbing my toes, Wantonly withdrawing me, Wobbly, woozy, weaken, …
In the small hours, hear my heart beating. The dark crowds me, Listen to your breathing, Thoughts scatter, mind shatters …
So, here we are. A weeks worth of poems. Weekends are too hectic to include. Don’t panic, I won’t do …
I press my nose against the paneLooking in, wondering.The golden people,having fun, laughing.To belong,To feelPart of the happy place.It’s cold …
Wizz bang, thought, worry,Spiral, slide, flip, hurry.Grasp, slip, grab, retreat.Think, grimace, sigh… wine. ©️Juliette Turrell
The dark can sometimes make things clearer, removing sight can aid the mind. Unravel the thoughts like streamers spiralling together, …
I think they‘d say it was a siren call? A glimpse of pleasure, Anticipation. A mere possibility. A connection perhaps, …