Morphine

They got me on milk and alcohol

Well morphine which is kind of pleasant

If not something I’d indulge in too often

If at all

I like my mind the same as i like

Waterfalls

Crystal clear

Fast flow cascading

Into dragonfly filled

Kaleidoscopes of calm

Lake

Water filled with dreams and

Ideas

Thoughts

but 3 operations in one on a shoulder

Leaves you

Sore

Stoned

Nauseated

Happy

On recovery trail

Fighting and writing over

Now its writing and everything

Swimming

Writing

Reading

Walking

Pilates

Lego

Puzzles

Dreams

Watching kids grow

Colouring

One finger typing

The path robert frost pointed to

I want to explore

Eyes wide

Heart open.

Mind sponge_like to absorb

But more to think beyond

Its hard to type in pain

But its harder not to write

The keyboard is a bit high

I not allowed

Drink alcohol ( is whiskey really included its surely not)

Fight well spar but i dont mind. I excited about other projects

Disco dance ( i could shuffle)

Use my left arm at all. ( interesting being one armed)

I can

Sleep

Recover

Drink water but not whiskey did i mention bushmills are not happy

One hand type

Walk a bit, not too far frankie or you fall or get dizzy more like in opposite order dizzy then fall

Talk not too much cos i get dizzy but i talk alot now

Feck this is sore.

I met loads of new people friday in hospital and they were kind and nice and laughed and talked.

Im ramblimg now

Which is okay

Everyone should read Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine

Everyone should just read

Humanity is split in two

Readers

Or

Non readers

You dont need david Attenborough to identify either variety.

Have to stop finger is tired

Eyes wrecked

Mind altered

Memory not the mae west

If i forget someone

I can make a list

Check it twice

See whos

Naughty

Who’s

nice

(As hostess says put on your own mask first, same is true for the application of the touch of kindness to oneself, cant believe i used the word oneself , am i

Now

Proper

Posh

Refined

Civilised

Mmmmm god forbid)

Shoulder pulsing waves to remind me its there

Smile still smiling

Birds are whistling outside

Time sleep

Good night or day

(C) frankie mcgivney

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I like

Of a day when the light shines

Or a night when the moon wanes

I have an inclination in my soul

To disco dance naked under

A velvet sky while reading a poem

I heard somewhere about dragonflies

Roamimg beneath a rainbow cloud

Of half demented singing robins

Who fell in love with wide eyed swans

Along a lake side where humans kiss

While holding hands refusing the cross

To love a man or a woman with golden

Hair or purple or brown skin or black

Who strokes a cat with love or walks

A dog or pictures a day when mans

Dreams no longer include guns

Where stones build halls to sing

And floors to swing surrounded by

A jungle of trees breathing the earths

Air and exhaling the green for a

Panther and a giraffe, a rat and a

Lion, an elephant and every creature

Inbetween who swim in lakes

Of blue shimmering crystal stars

Of lifes sweet hope feeding flora

Coloured from the ultra of the crimson

To the infra of the purple in hippey

Jippey and straight and narrow

Lines of all the souls free from

The guilt of god and the cruetly

Inflicted by demented men

To float among the worlds of

Imagination where adults

Remember the secrets of fairy

Rings and gobstoppers and

Imaginary friends who cuddle

When you cry and friends hold

Hands and hugs are free

And pages are turned to read

Words and pencils return to

Draw rainbow in the sky

Above shoeless races through

Meadows of wild.flowers

To the song of the corn crake

Romancing a.pink flamingo

With poor eyeside and a taste

For all the world has to gift

To those.who open their hearts

To touch the world with love

(C) Frankie Mcgivney

Spring a

We walked by with out a care

Silence shadowed in the park

The ghosts disco danced within

Hidden behind the china vase

ornate fields sprung forth

golden daffodils filled streams

Of gold to lift the eyes swimming

Meandering paths of spring time

Bluebells entwined in love with

The daisys pale wedding dress

Ring of fairy dust sheen

Barefoot through the dew

We ran to skip within

The Spring

(C) frankie mcgivney

Touch

He touches your skin

With trembling hands

Looks in your eyes

And

Your name

Echoes on his breath

His fingers on

Your cheek

He smiles

His body shudders

Inside your mind

His body crumbles

You feel

His hand

caressing

your scream

Once more

He waited

Until then

His lips upon

You

He whispers

From below

Into your heart

What you knew

When his eyes

And yours

Made us

(C) frankie mcgivney

Words

When shyness lost

Its hold

And

Words won the war.

Beyond the wall

Where

For a while

A tear would fall

The bricks decayed

Where light touched

And drew close

The words inside

To smile

A dream once hidden

Begins where fear

Ends

And love begins

For lifes sweet kiss

Of sunset skies

On starling wings

And nighttime stars

Of moonlight dreams

When shyness lost

Its hold

And

Words won the war.

(C) Frankie Mcgivney

Crumbling

I pass it by and cry

To see the bricks

Where the cement

Has dried to dust

The world we told

Ourselves we’d build

Hand in hand

Is waiting in silence

For us to return

But how,

I’m lost

In a maze inside

My mind.

I hear your voice

But the walls revolve

And world we were

To build crumbles

From the echo

Of us walking

Without the other’s

Touch

(C) frankie mcgivney

rambling

the tendon tore
the mind released
the body sore
it finally lies
waiting to repair
i think i see the path
back to here
to this place where words reign
the beauty of the sentence
the wonder of the thought
i liked to fight
but my love is to write
to see the picture on the page
the one i cant draw with paint
to feel the sense of some place else
take me back
embrace my soul
for i have missed this place
to be alone with nothing but the pen

Francie McGivney writing once more

Was i

I touched your skin

You gripped my heart

Was I the best

You said the worst

Was leaving on a bus

The shadow warmth if

Our hands empty

Or happiness found

In the shine of your smile

Was I the worst

The best you said

Replaced the last

Flickering shade of

Yesterday’s lost love

Was I the one

The alpha to your

Dreams of golden

Medalled paths

Between the love

Of final words

(C) Frankie mcgivney

Calling

London is calling

Falling in the snow

Waiting for my footsteps

To make it through the war

Inside my mind

The battle wages no more

I know my place among the stars

Where she shines upon the ground

Glittering buttercup symphonies

Rise and fall for us

To sing along the grassland hills

Where my heart it waits to roam

Shivering in the cave lights call

I.isten to.myheart as it learns

The way to devour the fear

Upon a midnight quay I stand

to remember forever more

My dear who listens to my voice

She wrote me a poem

A sonnet and a song

With a lonely refrain to cast

A hook of love sweet tune

To embrace beneath the falling

Roar of the waterfalls last hope

One step removed i roam

Among the shadows and the time

To watch the world’s smile

Shimmer to shine among

The heartache and the crime

No prison cell to hold me

No chain to keep me down

She holds the key for me

To sing my endless love

(C) Frankie mcgivney