Choose to follow the breadcrumbs of hope scattered by those who refuse to be buried beneath the weight of pessimism and despair. Not always easy to spot, but look close, they are there, waiting to lead you home. Author’s note:…
I fell into silence; allowed it to devour me. Told myself it was better to shed the complexity of language. But, the beauty of a D minor chord slipped through my defences, begging for a companion, pleading for a lyric….
I am always moving Time says hush. Slumped in darkness, alone on the sofa, a little silence enrobes me. Here I am on hiatus Hush yourself, Father Time. Soon everything will move again, the cymbal of time will ring, and…
Be in the moment. Even on the grey rainy days Because a knock may come on the door of your life An opportunity. A moment of change. Sometimes loud. Sometimes as quiet as the beat of your heart. Live a…
The people at number two Have painted their front door bright blue It’s causing quite a to do Especially with Great Uncle Hugh He says it’s linked to voodoo And such changes are a taboo “That colour will give us…
Childhood days spent in a daze in the land of the faraway tree. Turning the pages on future adventures where unread words were golden treasures. Adult days spent in a haze in the land of factual news. Scrolling through pages…
There it is again. The demand that I think outside the box. Like that idea hadn’t occurred to me independently. Instead I needed you to point to the box and shout look there it is. Do you really think my…
I wrote this sonnet in response to a writing challenge, and drew inspiration from a favourite song by Seal: Kiss from a rose. Does it resonate with you in any way? My love, I dream in coloured metaphors Standing so…
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Written in response to a prompt, I couldn’t decide where this fits – not really a story, definitely not a poem. I think it is probably Prose poetry. What do you think? When the orchids sing They fill my kitchen…