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
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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: an unfinished stream of consciousness
You are the sun on my face and the waves at my feet. You are the breath in my lungs and the light in my eyes. You are the song in my head going round on repeat and you’re there in my chest dancing to my heart beat and you’re there but you’re here somehow,… Continue reading Poetry: an unfinished stream of consciousness
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
Poetry: when my brain lets me down
Fracture May skies a calming ocean of cloudless warmth, sheets of soft blue silk floating in the breeze as rays of light beam down, softly stroking my skin with a tender touch, smiling at me in this peaceful quiet as gentle birdsong plays, a tide of spring air fills my lungs and I can… Continue reading Poetry: when my brain lets me down
Poetry: what my heart has to say
8 months Some days it feels like you’ve never been gone. Closed eyes take me to yesterday and you are there your colours shining so brightly your laughter filling the room and the sound of my name called with a beaming smile filling my heart life bursting from you your energy radiant and inescapably… Continue reading Poetry: what my heart has to say
Poetry: modern culture and a story of corruption
Peaches Untouched flesh Soft and gentle and yet to be bruised, like a ripening peach. She is not weak, but she is vulnerable. The allure of the peaches they cannot escape- the creatures that come to corrupt. They sense it and quietly, slowly, they come, creep, multiply. Creeping they come to invade the… Continue reading Poetry: modern culture and a story of corruption
Poetry: a modern sonnet
Wire A budding flower choked by tensile wire The beauty of a heart’s discordant ache Dark eyes pull me to run through open fire Eternal wounds: a path I always take Your touch brings heat that scorches, stains my skin On fragile parchment, scars you gently paint Tiptoed tightrope I walk, as air… Continue reading Poetry: a modern sonnet
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