Poetry: my butterfly

Thirty-one million five hundred and thirty-six thousand     Breathe. It only takes a second. Before you know it, another has passed. You can make the next one.   Breathe.   A butterfly floats in the breeze. Her world is full of colour and light- the peace of the clouds and the sun where birdsong… Continue reading Poetry: my butterfly

Poetry: an unfinished stream of consciousness part III

Finally, you.   You feel the sun on your face and the sand in your toes. You guard the flame of your heart as your light slowly grows. You watch the waves as a tear gently falls to your nose but you’re stronger than he, or anyone, knows and you’ll stand up and fight even… Continue reading Poetry: an unfinished stream of consciousness part III

Poetry: an unfinished stream of consciousness part II

You II   You picked up my pieces although yours were crumbling. You held my doors open although yours were closing. You guarded my flame all whilst yours was dimming and you crafted with love while your own heart was breaking and you ached but you smiled somehow, always, with me.   You never doubted… Continue reading Poetry: an unfinished stream of consciousness part II

Poetry: one I’m reluctant to share

The dress   Wet feet on the mat cool air meets warm skin clean fingers touch glass draw a face with a grin.   In soft cotton blanket she turns with a stare the dress she laid out hanging over a chair.   She wanted to wear it she knew that she must yet memories… Continue reading Poetry: one I’m reluctant to share