Category Archives: Poems

At this time we seem to havebecome a poem that no longer rhymes,but the great muse, whose other name is love,still wants us to, so each time one of us reaches outto another in love we make a couplet which becomespart of the soul-poem we are collectively trying to write, these are the true joysContinue reading “Rhyming”

Psychotherapy isn’t a collection of techniques,a set of rules or a moral veneer to stick over the fault lines,Psychotherapy is nothing if not the work of the Soul,the quiet mutineer that destroys wrong to make things right,not with violence but with love, because it’s love alone that can heal,a love as ruthless as a bulletContinue reading “Psychotherapy”

There’s a light now,an unobtrusive light that,save for occasional glimpses,has for much of my life been occluded bythe way I’ve felt about myself,this is the same light I knew as a childbut never questioned, never had to search for,never spoke about and never once missed,now it’s shining through my life as if it were aContinue reading “Graffiti”

You may not haveachieved all you hoped for,you may even thinkof your life as a failurebut it doesn’t matter,your journey doesn’t stopat the end of one lifeand all you have learned,whether it be by joy or by pain,will turn to gold in the harbour of your souland make it stronger, deeper and wiserso it canContinue reading “By joy or pain”

Everything I have ever done,be it saintly, indifferent or heinous,all sits on a shelf somewhere deep inside meand one day I will have to visit that library,sit down, open the books one by oneand make peace with what I find there byunderstanding, loving and forgiving myselfand when I have eaten all the shadows the sunlightContinue reading “An interview with God”

I have worked hardas a psychotherapistfor the last forty two yearsand now I am in my seventy fifth yearI have started to slow down a bit, whichleaves me with time and space on my hands. When I work in a groupor I sit in front of somebodywho is lonely, angry, in despair or distressat someContinue reading “Transition”

My soul doesn’tsweep me up in its armsand make me feel special,in fact it’s almost entirely libidinous,it speaks through what attracts and repels meand cares little for my comforts, it wants what it wants,even if it means I must suffer the loss of what I want,my soul sees a different picture to me, one inContinue reading “Desire”

You were beside yourself,you’d come to stay with your mum and dadand they’d decided to take the opportunityto go out and meet a friend for a couple of hours,they were sitting on your bed and you were sobbing inconsolably,so I talked them into leaving and said I would look after you,even though I didn’t knowContinue reading “Lullaby”

We are all wounded,some by violence, some by abuse,some by too much attention,some by not enoughand some by cruel words,but it’s no good wishing it weren’t so,it’s what we came here for,so we can find out at first handthat love is greater than fear and pain. DF. S-S 2025 XXXV/V

I have been thinking a lotabout old age and death recently,about how time is running out for meand my life is comingto an end,I think it’s true,but on the other handthe me that is youknows nothing of death,so maybe it’s just the you in me that’s being born. DF. S-S 2025 XXXV/IV