Losing It

Losing It

Having danced on trails
Embraced mountains

And somersaulted into oceans

We got lost

In the roundabout

Of good-buys

This is a recent poem (2018).

Growing Up

We notice how you grow

not only by having 

to replace your 

clothes, shoes

(and our knowledge of

Netflix shows)

on a regular basis

but also from your

ever increasingly

(in your mother's eyes)

daring antics

on the playground

(June 2018)

Mail

Mail

sent my heart

through the mail

now my life

depends on

postman cyberspace

Lost

Lost

when you left

you took the directions

of my life with you

now I'm not only

heartbroken

I'm also completely lost

Another poem from my pre-being-a-mother and pre-married life...

Seduction

'Come here,' you say

with the voice of a new lover.

I go into the bedroom

and there you are

'Come closer.'

I sit down on the bed.

'Lie down and close your eyes.'

I do as I'm told.

'Good girl. 

Give yourself a hug.'

'Nothing or no one can get to you here.'

Are the last words I hear,

before I fall asleep 

under

the duvet.

The flight 

from responsibilities 

and (real) life

has begun.

Train Journey

I found this poem in one of my notebooks the other day. It's obviously from my earlier life when I was a single woman with a daily commute. 

Train Journey

My recent crush

sits down opposite me

the recognition

in his smile

from hundreds 

of brief encounters like this one

makes the rest of my day.

Summer

then

hiding in the darkness

behind closed doors

despising the heat

now

protecting eyes and body

behind sun glasses and sun cream

embracing the warmth

always eating ice cream