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Space to Create, Carlisle 9/22 by Charles Whitehead

Hosting time and a safe space
to create, play, design, construct, enjoy.

Two dozen people – adults and children – claimed the space.
Young ones had some guidance; older ones invented what to do and how.
Some mothers joined in and some watched.
The children were self-sufficient, reflective, assertive to ask for help if needed,
quiet, composed and as time went on smiling and showing off what they made,
proud for themselves, catching my eye though not making to please me.

Does this scene sum up what being resilient means?

You’re keeping energy and space available to move forward.
You’re not lost, whether this is a stepping-stone or the end of your journey as refugees.

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The Mountain by James Walmsley

In quiet mountain pastures on this given day,
I heard a little groan as a piece of ice broke away.
Like natures little tear drops it shattered on the rocks,
then across the mountain with the forest spread before,
the mountain ice melted in torrents it did flow.
It swept away all the creatures and the forest lived
no more.
The blazing sun burnt the soil and turned it into dust,
along came the wind with gust after gust.
It was then the frost began to creep and life was in a
wakeless sleep.
Now the planet was dormant,not everything was dead,
but unfortunately for mankind on this earth he no longer
The planet will recover in millennia maybe more,
If there is a place for mankind we will never know.
Because of mankind’s apathy everything had to die.
As for mankind he is just a giant dust cloud darkening
the sky

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To Travel Hopelessly by Mary Hodges

Frantic rush to get away from it all
snap shut the suitcase lid
on the daily frustrations,
seeking escape by moving on,
searching out new places, new sights,
new sounds, new feelings,
till travel becomes an end in itself
the journey its own justification.

Mad dash down the motorway,
tantalising wait in traffic jams
a struggle to escape from thinking
by moving on.
Never realising – or never admitting –
that it simply can’t be done.

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Freedom by John Hindle

I pause at the bridge
look for connection
and realise the past.

Magnify the future
travel beyond
the every day.

I have no limits
to my love
in this light.

Like a change in scene
a shift in narrative
I wrestle with reality.

Time stands still
in the freedom
of movement.

No one is a stranger
love is the foundation
every hope and prayer
answered in meditation.

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ISSUES by Roger Allen

when told i was given an issue
i stayed in a hospital with pale green walls
plenty of conversation laced with cold coffee
between what was known as treatments

somewhere something or someone
kept knocking
but my private thinking
was only displayed when walking or watching

out there the eternal motorway
was sounding through the nearby woods

when getting over being so confused
for respite the nurse took me
to walk in the park across the road

there the landscape was pleasantly unchanged
since the time you and i walked together
as lovers when the sky was warm
when the bandstand sounded out a jolly tune
which i am sure we danced to

but now there is no future or returning
to our house to drink some wine
and giggle at ourselves

for when i am full of the issues
all the horizons are grey wrapped around drapes
things circle like may flies refusing to stop

that stuff is not me
it delivers what the world is doing at the time
settling as i sleep into the 4am curfew

now very little is said about that past
particularly when digging the soil
to plant sweetcorn and daisies on the allotment

there to face out the issue with a
pleasant madness that suits me fine

( i don’t blame you for not visiting
i don’t think I would visit simply because
i would not know what to say )