The Colour Of A Face

Reading Time: < 1 minute The colour of a face, The darkness of a place, Staring from behind, I am the one you find, I crash to the ground, and pray, You take my breath away, It’s me today, him tomorrow, You do not stop and have no sorrow, Let the men and women march, Down the avenue, under the […]

Nine Plus One Is Ten

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Reading Time: < 1 minute I’m writing along, Singing this song, All night long. Number two, Tie up your shoe, Laces, We’re going places, With a puppet’s string, Just the thing. Three, four, Close the door, The puppet might escape, Sellotape, His box, And don’t forget your socks. Five, six, A box of tricks, At sixes and sevens, Up in […]

The Chrysalis

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Reading Time: < 1 minute Looking into the future, I am frightened of the past, A fragile chrysalis, a butterfly that will not last, And yet you are stronger than the strongest girl, More beautiful than the largest pearl,  Upon my shoulder, you search my soul, You fill me with fear I cannot control, And as you travel across the […]

Eyes

Reading Time: < 1 minute As I look into her eyes, Noticing the reflection of her soul, I fear the worst has yet to come, When our gaze will part, When our hands will lose touch. How fragile we are, How ephemeral our lives, When mother nature decides it all, When the violent rain and hurricane winds Let us know […]

Capturing The Souls Of The Incas – A Poem

Reading Time: 2 minutes Caught between two tectonic plates That slide seamlessly under the feet of unsuspecting crowds, A constant threat of crumbling houses and broken hearts, A cracked mirror that exposes souls, a deep vision of a setting sun, Children are playing in an improvised yard of crushed stones and hardened mud. They dream of somewhere else. As I […]

Death In The Family – Falling Into The Abyss Of Love, Distress, And Freedom

Reading Time: 5 minutes Following my father’s death, in 2012, I felt no grief because I had thought about his passing away for years, analysing the feelings I would have and coping with them. Was it anticipatory grief, without the symptoms? Was it a sense of detachment from my parents? Was I challenging moral standards, where grieving death is the […]