Uncovering the 'EXTRA' in the ordinary.
As the light does dwindle Does a sweet bell bring forth Silver from her soul Silver from her soul To the church for Vespers Does her deep sound call Din dun din dun Does her deep sound call Mountainsides do echo Deep ravines and forests Words so mystical Words so mystical And her speech becomes… Continue reading One Sweet Bell
Take sure flight from slick-tight veneer Stand naked in the wild Welcome shelter, from what is together alone ********************************************************************************** Written for B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Didactic Poem. The didactic poem carries a lesson of some sort. As it is characterised by its content, it is thus not restricted by… Continue reading To be a Spartan…
- For my Nona I remain seemingly alone, unassuming, on a fringe lush and tender. Day-by-day cars whizz me by; as strangers we remain. The world of smiles and laughter, youthful chatter, bouncing life - like Eagles flying, unstoppable, dynamic - and life passes me by. Children take hold of my branches bare,… Continue reading I Was Made
If man does not simplify his life, he will end up tormenting himself. - Elder Paisios
"New friends, like one’s best coat and patent-leather boots, are only intended for holiday wear. At other times they are neither serviceable nor comfortable; they do not answer the required purposes, are ill adapted to give us the ease we seek. A new coat, however, has this advantage, that in time it will become old… Continue reading Putty
make these candles dance draw on deep-filled silence – gift yourself away *************************************************************************************** Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: A Gift.
On this day my feet were stripped... Bare, paper-thin - autumn leaves in fall. They stole the wind and winter settles still burying them and their children to come. Tell me: "Who will wake within my soul the life that I use to know Stolen from the generations Raising up newer nations?" ************************************************************************************… Continue reading Mid-Sentence
I run from the quiet impressing hopes and dreams onto an old worn-out passport. Sure plans made of ink they sign my life away to no place in particular, whilst young pitter-patter feet, for greatness, will not, nor hope; yet they awake on silence ...anticipating the moment.
The waves rushed over my corpse, thrusting me to the ocean floor; suffocating me, tearing at my lungs. The sun that bathed me not long ago, seemed to hide its face before the persistent night-tide as I choked in my own tears. Swaddled in darkness I lost sight of the 'little loves' and… Continue reading (untitled #1)
Flamboyant cheeky daffodil! your smile lights up the dark in golden sunshine may you bask where dewdrops meet a lark ************************************************************ Birthday wishes written to my Irish friend who will be returning home. I will miss her great sense of humour as well as her genuine Irish accent 🙂
