Northern Ireland Coast 2010

Adrift

So there I was
Nodding in the background
Not quite awake and yet
Not really asleep either
And I suddenly realised
That I had totally
Missed
Something very important
She was talking and
I wasn’t really listening
But I was nodding,
Which is important.
And her face was absorbed
Totally
In what she was saying
Every emotion sliding across it
Like a huge cinema screen
So large that I wasn’t
Listening
And some part of me
Must have tuned in
Because it hit me that
She had said
Something
That I needed to hear
Crucial words that
Meant so much
And me being a total idiot
Was thinking about
Watching TV
And that book I was reading
Or what I might be doing later
Don’t remember
Not important
Focusing on myself
As usual
And not giving her the
Respect
She deserved and thought
She had
With me
That I was someone
Who listened and was
Interested
In what she thought
And how she felt
And I kind of was
Only
Not at that moment
She was speaking
So much
And it was going on for
So long
That I just
Drifted
For a moment
Not long but
Long enough
I looked at her
Full of regret and
Trying
To correct my mistake to
Take back
My inattention
What?
I said
Which was a
Stupid thing
To say
She turned
Looked at me
Then looked
Away
And stopped
Speaking
And that was
When we
Drifted
Apart

(c) AM Hunter

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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