Mindfills

Today, I wrote. After a long time, I wrote. For a while now, I've been scrolling past hundreds of "submit here" calls. For reasons known only my words and emotions, I wrote this when my fingers stopped mid-scroll at a random call to submit <300 words on marriage.

Thought I'd share, with you, my people.

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

Behind closed doors, all the laws of the world apply to someone else.
All the wisdom of the combined family is left on the dining table. All the history we have with each other, the children and other gifts, the resentments and the words that each cell keeps in its armoury, silent.
Silence of unspoken gratitude, unforgotten bruises lie side by side each occupying twin realities. The night seeps in with a draft from a window left not quite shut. The warmth of the other inviting, familiar, from a different time. The two stories that have walked alongside looking for a way to hold hands once more.
Once more the lights go out. The days information and tomorrow's to-dos mingle in murky waters of responsibility. The night comes with reassurance. Accrued sense of the little things that one knows only from the heart protects the other. This space, nurtured with imagined futures, undressed, real, fragile, wraps us up in clean sheets of what we've done right. So far.

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September 1, 2026

It’s there ~ free verse

It's there
at the edge of reason
between thought and word
in the lyrics of a song
when seeking eyes meet the open sky
where silence falls soft
while the winds bring sweetness
within an unassuming moment  
It's always there
when you and I meet

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July 17, 2026

It’s there ~ free verse

It's there
at the edge of reason
between thought and word
in the lyrics of a song
when seeking eyes meet the open sky
where silence falls soft
while the winds bring sweetness
within an unassuming moment  
It's always there
when you and I meet

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July 17, 2026

remains ~ candlelight

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remains ~ candlelight

June 16, 2026
you and I ~ golden shovel

A Mindfills reblog from 2024

“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees” ~ Pablo Neruda

You and I
all we want
all places we go to
the things we do
the senses we speak with
just between me and you
just us, no matter what
as winter melts into spring
as it inevitably does..
what words do we speak with
what worlds do we wander into when the
moments blush like the blooms of the cherry
moments we are one with the years of the trees

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“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees” ~ Pablo NerudaYou and Iall we wantall places we go tothe things we dothe senses we speak withjust between me and youjust us, no matter whatas winter melts into springas it inevitably does..what words do we speak withwhat worlds do we wander […]
you and I ~ golden shovel

June 12, 2026

when ~ free verse

When the sea dances
a tango here, sometimes a ballet,
folds over in a pirouette 
when a whale frolics;
throws back sequins at the sun,
when one afternoon, they decide to play;
shouts at the sky at night, drenched in anger, ready for a swordfight;
holds the gull, rocking her gently
in the vast loneliness of a short while; 
The sea rushes towards me
writes a message in white fluff, one that my toes read as delight.

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June 10, 2026

triangles ~ haiku
Image – Kerfe
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triangles of light
flash on yellowed wallpaper
~ a jigsaw of time
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Mindfills © 2026 for Thursday Doors.

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June 4, 2026

Rambling ~ free verse

rambling like roses in haunted hills
my inchoate thoughts, untethered, roam blindfolded
feeling the runes etched on an ancient earth
with the tender touch of an unborn skin
as if the mist and moss are satin sheets 
as if time is lost in clockwork toys
mulled in wizened wine of a precious memory
fuelled by the sweet incense of insanity
my mind meanders the alleys of forgotten joys
seeking that which has never been lost
finding more questions to answer once again 
where crystals of imagination catch the sun
sparkles of wonder that takes the shape of your name

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June 4, 2026

A breath ~ free verse

A breath, 
a glance,
a misstep as we dance;
Your voice,
my smile,
our precious time to while;
Soak it in
Savour the kiss
Come, let's make  moments we can  miss.

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June 3, 2026