Sunday, August 04, 2013

SUGAR HOOPED WEEKS. Group work with young people.

Someone has just written a poem about me.
I have not typed it yet.
I will post later this week.

The only other poem written about me was from a young
beautiful human.
A long story about her/me/context ........

I regularly facilitated group work in her hostel.
Highly intelligent.
Highly scarred.
Beautiful.
So beautiful.

I always started with a fondue of chocolate.
Always with mini donuts.

I called the gathering DONUTS.


She wrote this poem for me.


SUGAR HOOPED WEEKS 

People seem to forget 
Or 
Chose to erase 
Those 
Those sugar battered priceless days 
That you 
So excitedly give 
Pumped with familiar phrases 
Which would 
Exhilarate if they felt 
Whilst others would scorn 
My sweet 
You 
Sit and wonder 
Why their fuck off phrases 
Continue 
To meet 
And dampen the torment 
The fear 
That maybe you 
My friend 
Maybe you once felt 

I once did wonder 
If I could give 
If I could touch 
That trembling hand 
That unheard heart 
That let alone 
I do 
And in them 
And these 
Sugar hooped weeks 
You 
My friend 
Beneath the spangled words I taketh 
Are 
Simply beautiful too!