Did some writing at the dining room table today.
I was thinking that dining rooms are a bit of a relic of the past.
I mean, holy smokes, a whole room dedicated to eating supper?
Absolutely round here. Lovely to share with friends, catch up with C at the end of the day and lovely for a spot of writing too.
Here is the Sunday Whirl. Felt a bit like a relationship bunch of words:
women, men, power, wish, damaged, way, think, single, thread, bound, within, we
begin with a single thread
this poem is as uncertain as a body
the body lies damaged with self doubt
bound by a single thought
the body covered with question marks
still men and women wish within it
we think in parallel shapes
look there is another body in the bed
lick it all over with your tongue
feel uncertainty give way to power
This adds or subtracts doubt
That is the way it is