Good morning love junkies,
I thought I’d send you a poem and painting for you to wake up to today.
This is ‘This’, a poem about acceptance. It feels good to share it with you. Sometimes when I find my mind wandering, wishing I had something more or that things could be different, easier perhaps, I whisper to myself: “This”. Because This is what I have.
The poem is also a celebration of kissing. When I wrote this poem, I thought about how many billions of kisses take place every day on Earth: kisses for family, for friends, for our pets, kisses sealed upon a piece of work of which we’re proud, for the Earth that feeds us, the chef’s kiss, the kiss hello, the kiss goodbye, the first kiss and the last.
The poem is part of my upcoming show in Oslo “Shopping for God”, a poetry show and art exhibition about fashion and faith. I will share the dates and venue with you very soon.
The painting landing in your inbox today is called “Blind Faith”, it’s pastel on paper and for this work I referenced Vivienne Westwood’s very first 1981 fashion collection which she called “Pirates.”
If you’re interested in working with me, commissioning art or poetry from me or hiring me to perform at your event this season please email:
info@lovestoriespublishing.com
You ready? Sound on!
This is This.
This
Who could ask for anything more than This?
This bed, this morning, this kiss
I don't know why I didn't get the job, or win the prize, or seal the deal
I don't know why I didn't get the money or the fame
I wonder if I’ll ever be any good at those strange games
But who could ask for anything more than This?
This coffee, this window, this bus ride, that kiss
This is life.
Somebody gets married and somebody dies
Somebody gets lucky at something someone already tried
Somebody becomes unwell
Somebody falls in love
Somebody loses everything gambling on false gods
Somebody goes on hurting and looking for a cure
Someone who never got an answer starts a bloody war
Because they want someone to see them
Because they think there should be more, that it can't be just This
This
Who could ask for anything more than This
This bed, this morning, this kiss
My own warm skin, the sun streaming in
Ah
For so many years I wanted someone else's life
Now all I want to do is make
The most of what's already mine
It isn’t always easy but I choose This
This way not that way
This is how I choose to live.