#151

I hate this *breathe* room

The floor is lined with my guts

It stinks of my rot

#150

Light replaces dark

When visiting Our Lady,

She shows me the way.

#149

Peace reigns inside me

When visiting Our Lady,

She takes my conflict.

#148

Light reigns inside me

When visiting Our Lady,

She out takes the dark.

#147

A strange fulfillment

When visiting Our Lady,

Bathed in her light.

#146

Sleepwalk to my death

This makes my mind so fuzzy

That I cannot see

#145

I'm invisible

I don't matter to them now

My use has been spent

#144

i am here you know

i may have separated

off but i am here

#143

Allow everyone 

Close enough to kill you: The

Way of the dodo.

#142

All of the tangents,

All the asides in the world.

In the staff meeting.

#141

When it gets going,

Turns out we really question.

In the staff meeting.

#140

Thrown out to the floor,

It becomes a yawning void.

In the staff meeting.

#139

Leaking palms leaving

Pools all over the table.

In the staff meeting.

#138

Sat in a square shape,

Listening for our tidbits.

In the staff meeting.

#137

Susan Sorcery:

A misread name that would be

Much better surely.

#136

We all stay at home,

Breaking contact chains to fight

Coronavirus.

#135

I ripped off my face -

It gave far too much away.

Now there is no sense.

#134

An active bandstand

Can be an eventful place.

Comings and goings.

#133

The start and end of

An awkward fumbling embrace.

In the park bandstand.

#132

The start and end of

Our teenage intimacies.

In the park bandstand.

#131

We all stay at home,

Breaking contact chains to fight

Coronavirus.

#130

Two metres apart,

Every person brings distress.

Coronavirus.

#129

I met my shadow;

We spoke about days gone by.

Coronavirus.

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Idea came via a colleague via a Union Chapel Newsletter which included a poem by Kitty O'Meara - not Kathleen O'Meara

#128

Bandstand time travel.

The right passage of notes and

Play anywhere-time.

#127

A smooth rich flow or

Filled throughout with sweet honey.

Imagine either.

#126

Grey sky, concrete, asphalt,

Muddy grass, sepia tones.

Some days are just grim.

#125

I fell right through time,

To the other side of me.

I knew so much then.

#124

I cannot ask for,

I’ve never had the questions.

How dark the cave is!

#123

I’m a beautiful,

One of many chosen few.

My bag tells me so.