Author Archives: meganporterpoetry

It’s the worst day of the year: the little things aren’t enough to hold a person here.

Transient love is like a sun Self-sustaining, reliable, there A lighthouse you don’t know is on A fluorescent road marker, silent guide A middle eight that makes the song Suns burn up and slowly die Lasting love is like a fire

I’ve climbed the red plastic summit slide, crowded high, and I’m realising now I’ve never known how low was low Chattering children frenzied below tired feet in tatty shoes, all seem to know I don’t want a life that defaults to no just exiting via the entry stairs, and so I’ll follow my heart, handsContinue reading “Brave”

One problem replaces another; I feel the universe plating my armour Here’s a lesson in patience: You sit alone in a barren field, but one day hope will shine a sunny star on you so bright you’ll come alive

The trees know they have to endure wind that rips bark and branch apart The leaves exploding down twisting circling down sap exposed dripping down The air reeks for days afterward burning nose watering eyes burning incense mourning ritual smoke clouds drifting up up up We’re doing the best we can