morning poem by leonie wise
a handful of poems – some old favourites and some new – that have taken on new meaning these days… Abundance by Amy Schmidt It’s impossible to be lonely when you’re zesting an orange. Scrape the soft rind once and the whole room fills with fruit. Look around: you have more than enough. Always have. […]
sky piece (i) the blue hour with a pink clouds chaser sky piece (ii) this scarf i’m wearing reminds me of you, laughing under your wedding day sky sky piece (iii) find a spot that is comfortable to sit in for at least five minutes. sit there. look up +++ inspired by the writings of […]
+++ there are mornings for saying yes. yes to getting out of bed early – even though it’s chilly out and warm under the covers. yes to filling a thermos with hot coffee, putting a packet of ginger biscuits in my bag, and stuffing my pockets with spare camera batteries and a head torch. yes […]
one alone remained. all supernatural bewilderment heavy enough for any dream. +++ Every morning for the past few days I’ve been making weird blackout poems. I’m doing this in one of the secondhand books I bought on the weekend. This is one from a couple of days ago.