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The day had been long and without human connection my body sore and stiff as I start the car for home. Driving along my thoughts drift and I begin to think how life can be vague and automated stirring only for movement. Just like driving home on auto pilot and realising you weren’t conscious of how you got there. Turning the corner I see the house there at the top of the hill and notice Inga’s car isn’t in the driveway she must have gotten held up on campus again. Walking into the kitchen I kick off my shoes and socks welcoming the smooth wooden floor beneath my feet like an old friend who wraps their arms around you after a long absence, it just feels so good. Dropping my duffle bag on top of the laminated kitchen table I turn and pull a bottle of bourbon out of the cupboard not waiting to sit down I pour a drink and close my eyes to feel the warmth sliding down my throat. I’ve always sworn I can taste citrus in this delicious dark brown liquid and I savor the moment.
>>This is my first attempt at lyrical Sapphic poetry and I have to say it’s a real challenge so I thought I’d add stanza’s as I complete them – because this may take some time. I’m finding it a struggle expressing what I want to say through the strict syllabic structure using trochee’s and dactyls and how to identify strong and soft syllables as well.<<
Young soul dark hair made his choice not to return
His role guide and protect when I need to listen
Impish fun and mischievous he waits patiently
Two of one never alone…