Things fall apart, they say And life is crumbling scaffolding Disintegration, dust falls like rain Where is there help when needed What do you do When everyone around you Needs more help than you? Unable to save each other We stare helplessly while foundations shake And collapse into the void So scream, my life There…
You left on a Wednesday morning You were very sick and couldn’t stay I move around my home, confused I look around and all I can see Are the places you used to fill The absence of you My body is used to you And is constantly surprised When you’re just not there I remember…
Monday already? Where did the weekend go? Tuesday is Monday-light, still the start of the week Wednesday is so-called hump day, now we’re getting somewhere Thursday we start to taste the weekend so near Friday is the last slog to get through Saturday is glorious, fun and relaxation Sunday brings anticipatory stress of a pending…
Grass grows tall on a warm spring day Butterflies and bees browse at the flower market Birds feed little ones and gossip in the trees Sprawling in the green shade Hidden among the tall blades Old cat sniffs the breeze Yellow eyes blink sleepily Too nice a day to be on the hunt She’s just…
We have seen many days And will see many more But not this day Today is unique, as are all our tomorrows It’s a one-and-done deal We fill our lives with routine And let the days roll by Til suddenly it’s next week, month, year And we wonder where the time goes Would it be…
Looking at the sky, I wonder Do clouds smell like rain Or is it the heavy scent Of maybe-rain, not yet realised Waterlogged air laden with potential Hearing, distant, a low rumble of thunder Like a knock on the door Heralding an imminent arrival And then, a single drop spatters on the ground The way…
Day’s end under the spreading trees Twilight glimmers beneath shadowed leaves Entwined with the branches, now they emerge Forest spirits, singing a dirge Dryads dance in a moonlit glade Remains of the dead ones around them displayed Stumps remain of their murdered kin Nothing left of the spirits within Their numbers grow fewer every day…
The day ends And with its ending Comes preparation for a new dawn It’s time to clean away the remains of toil Time to brush teeth, shower, comb hair Make ready for sleep Time for a glass of milk, pyjamas And a soft bed Time, too, to remove the remaining strain With prayer and meditation…
Skating on starlightPristine as a moonbeamFairies dance to celebrateAnother year’s endSinging in a fresh startThe Fairy court rejoicesTo see the endless cycleTurn and turn again Moon falls softlyDawn glimmers in the eastTime for all the Fae folkTo head for ElvenhomeA shimmer and they vanishFrom this world to the nextLiminally waitingTil next it’s time to roam.
Fighting and war Death and destruction All around the globe We swarm like ants Waving our little guns Yelling our war cries Victory goes to the guys with the biggest bombs If only Angels with outstretched wings Would spread peace like chemtrails across the firmament Oxytocin, serotonin Where it could fall with the rain On…
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