Someday

Someday someone

Will make me feel

Like a somebody.

That day will be

Some day.

Maybe that someone is you.
Maybe that someone is me.

S. Camplin

Othering Me

It bothers me when you other me

And you put me in a restricted space

And place your idea of how I should be

Above my head.

Don't bother to other me

To emphasise my second sex

And place me in a heart-shaped box
That can dry up my creative juices.

Othering me is bothering me
'Cos it's all about what you would like
A woman to be like to maintain
The status quo.

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'Ineffable Me'

I'll take a cue from Kim.

Rock mother Gordon is a god.

Can I define me?

Can I find the real me?

Be the real me.

Just be.

Can I release the need

To be for you?

A woman who must do.

Yes, the ineffable me.

The indescribable me.

Free to be me.

All me.

S. Camplin

Eye Love...

Confusing, your eyes.

Eyes that give rise

To a thousand fantasies. 

Love in those eyes.

The eyes I could love.

Eyes I'd get lost in.

For me to lock eyes

For too long,

Would surely expose me.

How I long for your eyes.

To show longing

For mine.

S. Camplin

Worry Warrior

I'm waging a war.

A war on worry.

Anxiety the enemy.

Serenity my friend.

I'm pledging allegiance.

It makes total sense.
I'm now taking sides with calm.

And as I gain traction

There'll be no retraction.

As the worries do subside.

So I'm keeping my chin up.

Flying my flag.

And victory will be mine.

S. Camplin

Solitaire

She's here to welcome me

When I return home.

Solid and silent.

Never reneges on our deal.

Many times I have craved

For what she provides.

And moments when I'd like to replace her.

Magnanimous I'm sure.

She'd be happy to share.

A confidant.

She's significant.

One I will fiercely protect.

Yes.

Solitude and I are the firmest of friends.

S. Camplin

Haiku

Oscillating. They
Surge, and ebb, and grow. I yearn
To go with the flow.


Love chopping garlic.
Love the smell on my fingers.
Love eating garlic.


Steady moon. Our rock
Of ages. She waxes. Wains.
Her spirit intact.


Mindfulness can be
Freeing. Be aware of your 
Feelings. To let go.


Avocado. For 
Brunch. Smooth and creamy, it's a
Delight for the tongue.


The bulbs are planted. 
Their green tips breaking soil. I'll 
Harvest onions. 

Sister. My Sister.

I see you walk on by.

Wearing ya downbeat swag.

A pram laden down.

Many worries in them bags.

Your courage and strength.

On making ends meet.

My heart becomes humbled.

You are the unknown soldier.

So I honour you now.

As I honoured you then.

Sister.  My sister. 

Our fight will go on!

S. Camplin

Digging Your Vibe

An intriguing woman.

With a deep intellect.

A surreal sense of humour.

With a macabre wit.

Your laugh is like a ripple.

So present.  So free.

With a beautiful quality,

To let others just be.

And at your core,

Are not empty words.

But an ever-fixed conviction,

For full equality.

Unique in your way.
As the green of your eyes.
Calm and earthy, and wise.
I'm really digging your vibe.

S. Camplin

Dark Crevices

Boundaries breached.

And I reach for

The familiar.

The drone.

The tone of being alone.

In safer spaces.

Dark crevices.

All creased.

Folding in.

Reaching out may hurt.

So I remain wrapped

Round the coil.

Of my own making.

S. Camplin

A Tsunami

Emotions crash in.

A tsunami of feeling.

Wreaking uncertainty.

A tidal wave of pain.

Anxiety in trails.

No bank of wisdom

Can stem the tide.

Still struggling

With my vulnerable side.

I can't hide from it.

And nor will I.

I resolve to be kind

On my mind.

Hoping to find

That level shelter.

For longer and longer.

Each time.

S. Camplin

 

If I Could Show You...

 

If I could show you how I feel,

I would...

 

Kiss your neck.

Stroke your arm.

And look deep in your eyes.

 

Laugh with you.

Dance with you.

And walk hand in hand.

 

Debate with you.

Rest my head on you.

And give you my time.

 

Praise you.

Smile with you.

And raise you up high.

 

 

S. Camplin

My Feelings

My feelings

Are not a broken toy.

To discard

When play is over.

My feelings

Are precious, just like yours.

So to dismiss them

Is really hurtful.

My feelings

Are real, just like yours.

So treat them like

You mean it.

S. Camplin

Maternal Deference

I see the way you defer to him.

Preferring his opinion.

Lip service you pay,

To equality. 

You're threatened

By my freedom.

 I hear the way you defer to him.

 So proud of his achievements.

My womanly success

Is undermined.

You're uncomfortable

With my strong feeling.

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Confusion

Confusion abounds.

Strong feelings

Surround us.

Intense.

We connect.

And yet,

So far you are

From me.

Unavailable.

Unobtainable.

I resign to the table.

To desire from afar.

S. Camplin

My Love

Loving is for letting go.

To want you to be free. 

For you to grow. 

To bloom,

And to know. 

That my love 

For you is true. 

S. Camplin

To Trust 

Openness and trust 

Are qualities 

I admire. 

Secrecy and the covert.

Not things 

I desire.

Transparent. 

Apparent. 

Nothing to hide. 

Honesty is sexy.

The truth. 

For me.

To communicate freely.

Being open. 

Being real.

S. Camplin 

Exhilaration and Peace

I catch myself

Catching sight of my self.

My true self.

And the peace at the centre,

It fills up.

I'm alright. 

The flashes of freedom 

I've staked.

And I've claimed. 

The exhilaration, 

And peace.

It fills up again. 

S. Camplin 

 

Six Degrees of Separation

 

 

I wanna feel

What I feel

When I feel it.

 

I wanna own it.

 

Not be a boxed up,

boxed in.

Labelled 'thing'.

 

I wanna express it.

Not separate it.

Like a silo, with a one way drive.

 

I wanna elucidate.

 

Be connected.

Not separated,

From how I really feel.

 

 

S. Camplin

 



Let the Blood Run Free

 

Out the blood flows.

She instinctively knows,

What time to come and go.

 

Words get spoken.

Tensions raised and broken.

As she has cleansed my womb.

 

So let the pain go.

From within you, below.

And cleanse in order to sow.

 

The sowing will reap

Wise notions to keep.

As she is the life force of all.

 

 

S. Camplin