New berry
Blazing on a fresh
Summer’s morn
Category poetry
You Don’t Bring Me Flowers
You don’t bring me flowers anymore
I don’t smile the smile that sets yours heart aglow
You don’t caress the way you always used to do
I don’t embrace your soul the way I was able to
You don’t love me anymore
I won’t ever stop loving you
You don’t, I won’t, we can’t – my heart
Is crushed like flowers you don’t bring me
When I see we are no more
Rewriting History
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly writing challenge: “Hindsight is 20-20.”
(I)
If I could rewrite
History, would perhaps do
All the same again
(II)
I would learn wisdom
But alas, lessons are best
Learnt by mistaking
(III)
If I could rewrite
Anything, it would be your
Timeless love for me
New Journal
To encourage one
Sentence written per day – New
Book to lead the way
New Music
Hand delivered from
South Africa, new local
Music still unwrapped
Hello
Hello again
It’s been awhile
You’ve been too long
The silence has been eating away
And now you’re back
To say hello
Hello
Old, But New
Newly revised words
Of old, with poetry from
Very long ago
Moving Towards The Light
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Be the Change.”
I would like my blog to make a change
To encourage, touch or resonate
In this dark world where all is lost
Where somewhere there may be hope in need
For I have learnt and am learning still
The power of words and how much they have
Words create worlds, and I hope to touch
To somehow build and not destroy
For I have been so low, not knowing what to do
How to escape this agony?
That walks around with me each day
Steals the smile from my heart and face
Dark times so dark no light is seen
In midst of nights, and in sunlight
I wrote The Light, and formed a blog
To help me move towards the light
“When all around is dark
And all you know is night
Feel the hope within
And move towards the light”
Shells
(I)
Fibonacci in
Shells, presenting spirals in
Fossilized preserves
(II)
Sea shells with patterns
Adorned, offering fossils for
Future years to come
Holiday Find
In a tiny village store
Tucked away in a room at the back
Shelves and shelves of poetry
Sonnets of Shakespeare
William Blake and John Keats
Rupert Brooke and Thoughts of Nanushka
Shelves overlooked by passers by
Stirs my heart and wakes my soul
I want to read myself some poetry
Poems and Petals 