Tag: poetry
and i have only words
there is a plague spewing hateinto our eyesholding aloftblasphemytries to denythat black lives matterand i watch it all unfoldon secular groundbeyond a goda worda man nor womanan ideologyperhaps, a new philosophymarching in the streetsagainst their hypocrisythey singLean On Meas dusk descendson that once mighty hilldefending their democracyinside this inequalityburrows all our fatewe pray it is not too latemy eyes tear stained at the sightwe watch … Continue reading and i have only words
images of a place
to Euston we wentto enjoy the sunny dayand greet the forest Continue reading images of a place
9 years since his very last birthday
and the day goes by with a sigh this one with sunshine sparkling through the leaves as i watch a tiger swallowtail butterfly as it flits by to and fro and i know he whispers hi, goodbye to me #FOWC Continue reading 9 years since his very last birthday
When Strong Java And Deep Thoughts Collide
Writing for me has become like a sport, an exercise for my mind. I live in this yin/yang world now, of a physical job, with a more, em, comfortable hardly seems the right word but is in that mode, of leisure, as some would believe of the writer, amateur or otherwise, it is the stereotype. Though, I don’t find writing leisurely at all. It is … Continue reading When Strong Java And Deep Thoughts Collide
looking for wild things
lost & found wandering
some days like the other day, I just go wherever the colours take me and i become lost in Cherry blossoms against the blue of the sky and you almost forget everything the day, the week, even your very existence, with nothing left inside but hope and beauty, and the next breath is an eternity away It was a beautiful day, and feeling thankful, and … Continue reading lost & found wandering
visits with Mary
I googled a way back, then promptly got lost, of course. Turning, I turned wrong again, and then again, 7 times, back and forth. And across the road, and across the river, and up the hill, was The Mount. And as I climbed, it struck me, how akin to a pilgrimage, how like a labyrinth this journey had become. Going back, a different way a … Continue reading visits with Mary
the monochrome frog
Is it a picture, Within a picture, again? And, does it matter? In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.” Continue reading the monochrome frog
three wishes
My wish for today To laugh, to smile, with a friend Just because I can. In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Lucky Star.” Continue reading three wishes
What was left in Pandora’s box?
What moves me today, tis a soft breeze, A shady nook, a good book. That butterfly that dances by, the sound of cicadas on a mid-summer night. Perchance, i may be flirting with a new lover, while life flows, it drips, it floods, it enlightens. But that day, within the first month of new grief, opened new vistas of possibilities. And so, born that day … Continue reading What was left in Pandora’s box?
along the river of solace
and by that river i could shed my tears, in isolation, with no prying eyes. down by the river, away from the chaotic, mesh of human flesh that swarmed every pocket of the University Campus, and there I drew into myself the beauty around me. to remind me of the sound of it, the smell of it. down by the river i found peace, silence, a refuge from … Continue reading along the river of solace
A Bit Of Kunitz
from ‘THE TESTING-TREE’ In the recurring dream my mother stands in her bridal gown under the burning lilac, with Bernard Shaw and Bertie Russell kissing her hands, the house behind her is in ruins; she is wearing an owl’s face and makes barking noises. Her minatory finger points. I pass through the cardboard doorway askew in the field and peer down a well where an … Continue reading A Bit Of Kunitz
by PaulaB 