Bring The Little Girl Back
Did you seal it in a box? When the world said you needed to be mature Grow up and be … Continue reading Bring The Little Girl Back
Tag: Poetry
Meditating My Shadows
From my glowing white crown To the furthest tip of my toes I dust the cobwebs and gather the shadows … Continue reading Meditating My Shadows
Create Your Day
Have you seen the splendour of the morning? Her robe of burning orange Blushing pink and mauve Kisses the horizon … Continue reading Create Your Day
Self-Preservation
Too busy splitting hairs In desperate need for the upper hand Defence to make IT be right Cryptic behaviour and … Continue reading Self-Preservation
Rolling With The Waves
Rolled, tossed and turned In the turmoil of the wave Broken and smoothed Calmed and eased By the chaos By … Continue reading Rolling With The Waves
Until There Are No Words
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “inspire/aspire/expire.” Use them in any form you like. Use one, use … Continue reading Until There Are No Words
Where The Rage Is Directed
Behind the furrowed forehead brow Many a thought swirl around Vast space of crimson anger gush Severed arteries ooze and … Continue reading Where The Rage Is Directed
Dealing With Stored Yesterdays
In the composition of words I dig through the raw and bleeding Cautiously approach yesterday’s shadows And look developed phobias … Continue reading Dealing With Stored Yesterdays
With a Knowing Soul
Where my soul is the master My heart is the novice Intuition resides in my centre But I the student … Continue reading With a Knowing Soul
In Your Hands
You took my heart for a stroll along the bluff And teetered briefly on the cliffs edge ready to plunge … Continue reading In Your Hands
