Jacqui Thewless Poems

in your embraces
unthinkable at that time
these lonesome years
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On September 1, we lay in the sun, she polishing
her smooth milk chocolate tan;
on September 2, sharp coolness arrives -
the same cloudless heaven now dimples my skin.
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I prayed for him. Last night
no holds barred,
his life-my-life.
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If someone asked, I'd say:
I wanted something
made of matter or not
that comes once-only in a lifetime.
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Dwelling on no-thingness is
just not the same as to be empty

and open, like the Heather bells
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An occult garden grows from the house on this hill,
where I have played with cockleshells, like Mary;
openly visible in winter, disappearing when the trees'
foliage spreads. From the sky, in some Julys
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Under the white foam,

the child I am
is restless, until
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I wish for less
to influence
the kindness of stars'

flickering air that passes between them and us,
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amid the petals
of human souls’ flowering -
everything. no thing.
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The winter of 2009/10 will be remembered by many folk across Britain for its arctic temperatures, deep snowfalls and fearfully prolonged period of ice. The hard weather – experienced all over Europe and Russia - forced thousands of people to change their plans, stay at home, look for other ways to do business, and – often –to struggle to survive. Two elderly friends of mine both slipped outside their own back-doors; each breaking a limb. - A terrible shock!

The young and middle-aged live in their limbs with more-or-less easy confidence. Unless life deals them sudden blows of severance, they don’t perceive the awful difference between their urges and their possibility to act. Old stalwart trees which, in the Fall and through the Winter, lose their leaves, become like skeletons but, after a short time only, surge forth potently again as in the last year’s summer. We people are not fastened to the ever-living earth. Our old folk have seen decades pass, have walked through countless human passages, on the same legs they were given to begin with. With the same hands, now worn, how have they spoiled, salvaged or recharged and enhanced the world – often invisibly to others? Our feeling of respect for life increases with time.
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