Make a Wish

Unlove me over and over again

Untell me all the words you’ve once said

Until you’re out of my thoughts.

Come to me in silence.

Sometimes I feel

Like a door in the open:

No walls around,

No purpose at all.

A presence that is obvious

Without making

Any difference

Just being.

No Look Back

Do not look back, butterfly,

The cocoon you left behind

Has cracked.

Do not look back, butterfly,

Your wings are too large  

To fit into your past.

Do not forget, butterfly,

Books can never be trees again.

While I Was in the Office

                                                           "A job is a job, is a job, is a job, is a jail"  Sorin  Ghergut

While I was in the office

Others got married, gave birth,

Got divorced and died

My office had nothing to do with time,

Only with deadlines.

While I was in the office

Somebody else lived with my husband

Had my children

Lived my life and then died.

Now that I’m out of the office

I can’t find anything back

Neither my life

Nor my death.

Confession

I have a secret place:

A public toilet.

It’s a place full of poems and secrets,

Written on the wall

I can’t tell you where it is

As if I do,

I would no longer have a secret place.

Each time I go there, I think:

If each of us came here for a pee

A shitty world would turn

Into poetry.

***

I must be mad

Thinking

That you're mad

About me.

***

As I was hoovering

A magnet word got snatched.

I thought it was ‘me’.

It was actually ‘them’.

***

Poetry happens

Some bother to write it down

They like to be called poets.

 

 

***

Sometimes I wish I were a biscuit

As I often see

that 25% of them

Are free.

***

You are a swamp

Swallowing time

Into a grave

That is not to be

Found.

About a Man

When he played the blues

He kept his eyes half closed

So one could hear

The sadness in his look

Those eye-lids

Held a dream

Without hope

To see the light

During his life time.

***

And only once

You walk through the time of your birth

And only once

You walk through the time of your death
Yet none you can remember

Which makes the journey worth.

My name

My name has never left me

When everything else has

My name is just a thought

Mum once had

A thought that

 remained.

8.30 am

Look at the morning rush

Everyone seems ready

To get into the office

And change the world.

As soon as they get in

They make themselves a cup of tea.

And they forget

 what they were thinking about.

After all, what is tea for?

***

I left the place

Where books own people

Rather than people own book

Went to the place where

Nobody owns anything

But time.

Oxford

And if one day

They kick you out of the library

Although it’s only 4pm

You’d better buy a bottle of wine

On the way home.

 I bet

It's Christmas Eve.