The Nature of Learning

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I have recently condensed these poems into a little book called The Nature of Learning, available on Amazon. It is only 34 pages, but each poem is a chunk of my heart. I have wrote some of these poems in the hardest times of my life, and they mean everything to me. It’s based around Nature, as that is what has given me the most clarify, and helped me get through some hard days. I just want my words to resonate, to create a safe space, and to know that you’re not alone. Love always, Amy x

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Sex

How to pleasure a woman is boasted

How to caress her body is taught

When they discuss how she tasted

Like it wasn’t a sacred act

If you want to know how to pleasure a woman

Why don’t you ask her?

She will always know better than you

But arrogance is paramount

And we’re too embarrassed

To tell you how we really like it

To pleasure a woman is to nourish her soul

We have enough knowledge to teach the male sex

How to have sex

How to caresses a body without a touch

To not assume we all like it rough

We sometimes put it down to low sex drive

When really – they just don’t know how to please us right

The bees healed me

The bees healed me

Each flower they pollinated woven into my skin

A seamstress by day, my own body for design

He sewed ivy into my tongue so that I could not speak

But silenced again I will not be

I took out the stitches and a sunflower replaced it

After you left me bare

The bees made me a new dress

With honey they caressed me

I rolled in grass and the daisies joined me

Together we are strong and bright

I embraced my old cast iron Singer

Cobwebs danced around it

An old story told whilst a new story unfolds

The bees chose daffodils this time

With each stitch my old skin faded

Now it’s like he never touched me

I can lay back under the sun

Whilst the bees feed me, once more

Home comfort

I told you I was going home

But I don’t know where that is

As when you left me on that day

Home did no longer exist

You left me cold, in rain soaked slippers

I walked past all those family homes

Fires lit where children whispered

Of life where love was all that’s known

The street lamp flickered as I wondered on

Past a bungalow in the shadow of the moon

He wondered what I was running from

But not what I was running too

As he watched in the window, I put up my hood

I kept my dressing gown on for comfort

To keep hold of my home before I leave it for good

To start my journey in the thunder

Feeling music

Oh you can wait

But I’ve waited for so long

I’ve listened to the radio everyday, waiting to hear that song

I can’t put my finger on which one

Just one that makes me feel

A memory from my childhood

Or something that wasn’t real

Something once created in my head

Which my mind is trying to claw back

Reminiscing on things that weren’t even said

In a pantomime that I have to act

Maybe the smell of freshly cut grass

Before school when I’d open my window

Or walking to work on that same path

That I first heard Take Care years ago

When Mom used to play Aretha Franklin

She’d say a little prayer for me

Now even when I’m panicking

I can hear it playing so clearly

Morning walks with wet hair

I never learned my lesson

I can’t catch a cold out there

If I welcome it as a blessing

Maybe Blackbird by the Beatles

Or Cherry Wine by Hozier

The sound of birds could defeat it all

Or maybe I just need some closure

Redbone by Gambino

Or even Feels like Summer

As even goosebumps I feel, though

That warmth is never far from her

Eating alone

I fear that you’ll never let go

I’ve tried ushering you away

Like an ant in a built-up town

I’m trying to find you a new home

I am a tired bee and I’ve pollenated you

But you’ve run out of sugar water

You used it all in the cups of tea I made us

They’ve gone cold and the kettle has run out of water

Like a pigeon eating out the palm of a child

You peck until my hands are sore

These hands need to be preserved

So I can build you a new home

You drain me like pasta water

I can add it to my cooking but I want to eat alone

I only lit a candle for one

I know you hold enough fire for us both

But I don’t want to feel that heat anymore

I must let go of the old me

Dancing in the dark

I’ve found it too much fun dancing in the dark

For my footwork is impeccable and timing to the nearest mark

It’s a beautiful thing to dance to your own music

Keeping hold of beat so that you don’t lose it

A loud silence echoing off of old stone walls

Whilst my feet move in perfect time to the calls

Even sometimes I dance to the sweet bird song

Under the moonlight, as it casts a shadow so strong

At the first quarter is when i feel I dance my best

As that’s when darkness tends to my every request

I can finally let go and my feet feel alive

Til’ the next full moon, I hope I will survive

If I live til’ autumn

If I live til’ autumn, I think I’ll finally be free

As for so long, the darkness has coddled me

My colours now dampened by the cold winter dew

Whilst I beckon to you summer, in order to feel brand new

Here I fall gracefully, from the oak trees clutch

Reaching back to you, but still just out of touch

Waiting for autumn wind, to take me over the greenery

Where with each wave, I’ll soak up the scenery

Once the trees let me go, I can finally be free

As for so long, they have been keeping hold of me

I know it’s time to go, I can feel it deep inside

The wind blows ferociously

Vulnerable – and nowhere to hide

Shedding the burnt orange, to embrace an emerald green

If I live til’ autumn, the greatest journey ever seen

I won’t be here for long, and I can’t live forever

Autumn winds felt heavy, but lifted me like a feather

I’m not sure now, that I will live to see the day

The day where, the autumn winds lifted me away

To love someone

loving someone so much can be so bitter sweet

as you feel so empty when it’s time for them to leave

a piece of your soul will always be gone

but your heart will beat again, now more strong

loving someone so much feels so sweet

growth of new flowers after wilted orange leaves

a feeling of new life always round the corner

from winter to spring as the nights get warmer

to love someone so much is to also let them go

when the time comes closer, it will be hard not to show

to feel new life being created after one is ready to go

to return to the roots and now be ready to grow

a red rose blooming under the January sun

to be picked and given to your dearest loved one

a cycle of love that continues for always

but only started once I let you go on your way

Peggy & John

i can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done

i cant win a prize that’s already been won

to be your granddaughter and all these wonderful years

lyme regis beaches or wiping my tears

if I could have one more walk on that beach

i would tell you my love for you is out of reach

it spreads so far and wide around all of the earth

it’s enough love to live another life’s worth

i knew this when I was young but thought we had so much time

the time has slipped away, a bigger mountain now to climb

if I could have one more ride home from school in that volvo

i wouldn’t hide in the back seat and take up the whole row

i would look to you and grandad sitting in the front

reach over and beep the horn, to show my classmates i had won

a prize more valuable than anything ever

Peggy and John – my greatest treasures