Angel wings
Take me by surprise
Twinkle bright
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Twinkle.”
Tag poetry
Day Job
Time slipping through my fingers
Being released and flying far away
Just as I would lift my eyes to
Watch as a balloon floats
Higher, smaller into the skies
Until it can be seen no more
So does my time fly further from me
Until there is no more left
To do the things I need to do
And all that remains
Are memories of a faded day
(I need to write a software system by Tuesday, and am not very far in progress. I may be offline on the weekend #becausefocus)
The Object of My Dejection
We have a lemon, but only one and its green
In seasons past
I have dreamed
Of fruit trees
And worm farms
Composting bins
Vegetables fresh
Hand grown by me
Strawberries
Passion fruit
Blueberries too
Overflowing gardens
Feeding the family
I invested
In pots and saplings
Seeds and gardening things
And at seasons end
The bugs and birds
Had a feast and
All I had to show
For my time
My effort
My money
Was a handful of tomatoes
A few green beans
And a lemon tree
#notquitefeedingthefamily
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Object of My Dejection.”
Creating Worlds
Words create worlds
And so I’ve learnt
What we say, what we mean
Is expressed so easily
By those words we would speak
So speak wisely, act wisely
There is responsibility
In having the power to write
In having a voice
Writers unite
In writing a world
Where words could create
Worlds in which we would
Want to reside
Magical Tact
Worlds meeting worlds
Souls meeting souls
Connecting together
On this journey of life
If I may offend
If I may speak or write
Without diplomacy
Or magical tact
Don’t turn from me
Have empathy
For if I realise
What I may have said
I would feel remorse
Would want to make amends
Because your friendship
Means more to me than defence
The Language of Things
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Language of Things.”
To my husband
A bicycle – because cycling
Bicycle magazines – because cycling
Bicycle helmet – because safety
Bicycle lights – to light up the night
Bicycle kit – because cycling
Water bottle – because hydration
Photo of smiling wife – because love
YAY!!!!
Guess what I am holding in my little hands
My baby, baby, baby
Personal edition for family
Just in time for Christmas joy
Passion through Poetry
I’m so happy I could shout it out loud!
Summer Night
Walking home and all I see
Are glitters and sparkles and fairy lights
Greeting me as I pass them by
I take a minute to greet them back
Feeling happy, feeling glad
That I have the freedom to go on my way
Walking home at night after a summer’s day
Half Mast Flags
Why do we have bridges?
To connect
To separate
To transport
To display to the world
The sorrow a city would feel
When one of its own are slain
Unsung Heroes
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Unsung Heroes.”
When my artist friend becomes famous
My claim to fame could be
I have a painting by her hand
From her hand as a friendship gift
Kindly given to me
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty
William Blake
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