Poetry, why I write it and where I am going with it today...
Promise kept A single stem lay in my palm, The bloom vibrant in this unsettling calm. Storms begin to brew. Determination drives my will To pluck apart these petals few. My tribute to you at last. For you, these petals lay upon the sand, Waiting for the water to rinse the shores of land. Footsteps … Continue reading Promise Kept
Together, a hope... a dream... I long to love you And let you love me. To have you so close... so near... To wake up with you beside me When dawn starts to appear. The time has come, though, Where night draws near. And with the fading shadows I think of you and my past … Continue reading Poem: 1992 – Together, a hope… a dream…
An Ancient Hymn Waves flood against my soul Caressing the pounding of my heart As it beats to an ancient hymn. I feel myself tumbling gently Off a cliff To the depths Of an ocean I’ve never been to Or even glimpsed Falling down To the soft, Welcoming ground It awaits me with open arms … Continue reading Poem: 1992 – An Ancient Hymn
I hold the petal of soft velvet between my fingers.
So there is nothing quite so wonderful and daunting as discovering almost 20 poems that you don't have typed up into your archive. I picked up a journal last week that had many of the poems I wrote from the year 1990-1996 including about 2 dozen that I have never typed up. The poems were … Continue reading Memory Lane
The sounds and smells Reminded me of my childhood; Days amongst my Fathers's students. The laughter over the cooking As I struggled to learn Foreign names. Rich spiced permeated the air Surrounding us Even as we stepped Off the bus. Scents of welcome Wafting by on the breeze As the silk ribbon Dances in my … Continue reading Little India (2002)
Oh to be three and full of such joy. I watch my son and see the gears in his brain Spin, and spin and spin! Thoughts colliding just as he stubbles over a toy, (or several, we never get them put away for long.) I glance away for but a moment and he has Markers … Continue reading Spin, Spin, Spin! (2017)
Would that the warmth of my thoughts be strong enough to warm my hands; The light of a distant lantern flickers across the snow covered fields. They are desolate in their beauty, and beckon to me... Oh for a candle that burns so bright Giving warmth, comfort and light And as the wind sways the … Continue reading So cold… (2003)
Your hand upon my face Is a balm to my soul. Each gentle caress Speaks so loudly that My cheek tingles long after Your touch moves on. You see me with the tips of your fingers. With my voice, my words, I paint the world in the colours and imagination Of a visual childhood you … Continue reading You see me…