Chicago Baby! A time traveling experience 

Having arrived yesterday at O’Hare airport I’m still getting to grips with the -6hours time difference, but so far jet lag has been bearable, it’s just my confusion over which day I’m actually on which keeps throwing me.

I’ve spent today getting my bearings and exploring this beautiful city, walked miles, jumped on the EL and went round the loop.

Went to several places on a delightful walk back up Michigan Avenue, also went to see ‘The Bean’ in Millennium Park, some lovely art installations including some HUGE fountains with changing faces, some sculptures made from tyres and various other bits and pieces. 

Also paid a visit to The Cheesecake Factory, which was a little bit like stepping into Charlie and The Chocolate Factory – and the cheesecakes were immense!! 

Finally took a trip up to the 96th floor of the John Hancock tower (360 tower) for a scrummy mojito and beautiful skyline view.

Looking forward to the rest of my time here, will keep you in the loop. 

Look out for my photos on instagram and the twittersphere 🤓👍

Cheers folks,

Josie 

Dear J Doe

Dear unknown, my John or Jane doe

So it’s been a short while since I wrote, 

Anything.

A poem, a micro poem or even a rhyming couplet. 

I’ve been back under a cloud, sad to say it’s been a dark week or so, 
I want to get back out of the rut. So I’m writing this. 

A letter into the abyss 

Of online semantical depths of a potential echo. 
They say to write what you know, 

What’s true to you, say it as so. 

But sometimes that’s not something anyone would want to read. 

I always try to write for ‘another me’ to pay it forward 

To those who may take comfort that they are not alone,

Or just because I see, feel or hear something poetical. 

Self indulgent really, to a point. 
I hope to be back in my stride soon 

But to write what I know 

Write and feel what I feel 

Can sometimes feel 

More 

More precarious 

Than keeping it bottled up inside. 

So, dear John, the John Doe – or Jane, 

What’s in a name? 
I hope you’ll take my silence as read. 

I want to believe it’s a strength, 

Protecting those to whom some of my demons are tethered, 

In some vein hope I can retain a sense of hope. 
Hope, my current endeavour. 
I’ll be back on scribbles, 

I’ll be drawing and sketching again.
But for now my heart and mind need protection 

From my passionate desire and dark passengers

Who haunt me

Taunt me.
This letter is a declaration of hope. 

A shout to those on the edge of despair, 

Join me on the brink of somethingness, 

A defiant gesture to the ghosts and apprehension 

That haunt. 

And taunt.

So… I –

I thank you for reading, 

Dear John and/or Jane,

And I hope to be with you, 

Be back, 

Living.

Again.

Sincerely,

Doe

Thanks for your ongoing support folks, much appreciated,

Be well and stay strong, 

Josie xx

Double negative

I can’t not love you

Just because 

They say it’s better in the long run

I can’t not feel comfort

In your smile

Just because our future’s gone 

I can’t not feel empty 

I remember it’s gone

Just because you’ve moved on

I can’t not love you

Just because 

I say it’s easier now that you’re gone

I can move on 

Whilst I still love you 

I can hold the conflict as I run

I can’t unlove you

I don’t want to

Just because your love has gone 

I can’t unfeel or unsee

Everything good you were to me

I know that’s better in the long run

Heart of Gold

“She’s got a heart of Gold”

They say through their smiles

“She’s got such a good heart”

They say, delighted, in denial 

For it’s what they don’t see

That makes it truly shine

It’s the shadows she keeps hidden

That make her kindness devine 
For the fractures and splinters 

Of that self-same heart of Gold

And the kindness and empathy

Of which is always told

“She’s got such a pure kindness”

They say on a whim 

“Always thinking of others”

Never looking within
But it’s the shadows and darkness

Of such depth and dispair 

A cadaverous heart-ache

That never reaches the air

Her hands always reach out

As her smiles do to her eyes

A mere cloak for an emptiness 

That all her efforts must abide  
But her heart of Gold

And the delight seen by others

Takes a little of the sting 

Out of the darkness uncovered 

She truly does care 

It’s a prophecy to fulfill 

Her heart of Gold 

Can help keep her thoughts still
So a thank you to all

Who encourage her so

Your perception of her Golden heart

Is a cornerstone of her hope

The courage that you give her

And the hope that you may steer

Help to bring light into her eyes

And dullness to her fear

By your leave

Sometimes it’s best to step back

Step away

Trip away 

Remove yourself from the situation
Sometimes it’s safer to hold back

Trip away

Step away

Hold your tongue and unanswered questions 
Sometimes it’s kinder to yourself to be cruel and bold

Take your leave

And by your leave

Hold your searing pain and burning passions 

 
Sometimes it’s kinder to yourself to appear kind but feel cold

Take your leave

And by your leave

Take control of your own fate, your decisions
Sometimes it’s easier to leave than to be left behind

So take your time

Trip away

Hold your tongue

Step away

When it’s a daily trauma you find
Take your leave

Keep your questions

And by your leave

Tame your passions

Sometimes it’s crueler to be kind