Deep inside this mind, I reflected
irrelevant thoughts circled back
blind to what was real, true, here, now–
in this place– before she came.
But now this mind lives ever in the present, beholds
flashes of life that shine where stagnant thoughts once held sway.
A warm embrace
When I look at her, all past hurts wash away
in their place
a distant landscape unfolds– becomes clearer,
when I hold her hand feelings blossom–
a garden nurtured brought back to life,
when I kiss her time ceases– our breath combining in gasps
transmits a fleeting recognition of who we really are.
A writer of novel-length fiction, M J Christie recently became addicted to writing shorter fiction – the shorter the better – and poetry. The UK’s Lincolnshire Coast provides the backdrop and inspiration for M J’s writing, giving focus and meaning to everyday life.