A Poem: Treasures

Treasures. I will put them in my kete. And I will be rich, with a wealth of blossom. The flushed cheek of dawn, and kiss of sun. Memories, I’ve been too hungry to put anywhere, and dreams too unformed yet, for shape. All the residue, now melted down, and the elements of future possibilities, carried … More A Poem: Treasures

A Poem: Difference

I don’t receive you by being you. If difference is to be respected, then so should mine. If difference is to be recognised, it is because we do not blend, but stand out backlit so we shine. I receive you best by being me. This heart shaped to hold yours. This depository of sorts, like … More A Poem: Difference