my new year wish in the words of lemn sissay

Let there be peace
So frowns fly away like albatross
And skeletons foxtrot from cupboards,
So war correspondents become travel show presenters
And magpies bring back lost property,
Children, engagement rings, broken things.
Let there be peace
So storms can go out to sea to be
Angry and return to me calm,
So the broken can rise up and dance in the hospitals.
Let the aged Ethiopian man in the grey block of flats
Peer through his window and see Addis before him,
So his thrilled outstretched arms become frames
For his dreams.
Let there be peace
Let tears evaporate to form clouds, cleanse themselves
And fall into reservoirs of drinking water.
Let harsh memories burst into fireworks that melt
In the dark pupils of a child’s eyes
And disappear like shoals of silver darting fish,
And let the waves reach the shore with a
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Lemn Sissay

indifference

all the beauty and pain around me
meant something-
once upon a time.

the sun, the moon the wet soil on my feet
the lovely scent of spring
and winter and the dark
the way you hold me tight.

chopped hair, dark eyes, and long sleepless nights
the stooping low the bending back
the head turned down,
the will turned down,
the breaking splinters of my bone.

once upon a time
before the words you threw at me
ate away at my soul
and i stopped caring.

© Tsion B., 2014

A letter

This morning, I came to the office, sat down at my desk and thought about what I’ll do today. The tasks, the endless tasks I will have to take care of. Such an ordinary beginning. But then my heart spoke to me and in that moment, I knew I carry you in my heart everyday, every moment…even in those mundane seconds where I think about just tasks.

And then, that made me want to write, write about carrying you with me. But dismayed, I realized somebody else has already written something perfect about the subject. e. e. cummings starts like this-

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)…

There you go…I am robbed of a perfect moment!

[Full poem here.]

prison

i see – you’ve been to the place where i like to go most,
i see-you have placed your toes in the warm sand and opened up your mouth to catch the drops from heaven.

tell me – how does it feel to be the subject of my longing?

i have been there under the starry sky well past midnight and care,
dawn creeping out on me before i knew to be prepared for beauty and despair,
tasting the world in the early hours of crisp air and descending leaves of fog.

and now i dip my tongue in the still waters of your coaxing eyes.
i stretch my arms just wide enough to touch the dreams that i dare not dream-
touch you. i’ve fallen into insanity – this sweet, intoxicating abyss
has unmoored me.

it’s a maddening thing my love when i cannot have you- and you not me.

what’s it to you? if i love the way you smell or write a line or two-
-about the forbidden things i’d really like to do-
with you.

for right now, these are only words laden with enticing promises,
when my wings are clipped and the ground is all i thread,
and all i see is the dust that rises before me,
i fly. i taste freedom drip by drip by drip-through these thoughts that leave my mind.

so please don’t hold me responsible,
for all the destruction in my wake-
in you, in me, in all of us.
i’m just remembering-
the day i left our worlds behind.

© Tsion B., 2014