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Vivian Zems

Mum, author and dentist is how I describe myself. I love creating pictures from words. Sometimes a painter, other times a weaver- words are my tool; trying to create something beautiful. When I was nine, my dad introduced me to audio books. I was hooked. With his guidance, I fell into a world where words became life simply by weaving them together. So here I am, living out my passion- reading and writing! Enjoy the ride with me 😁😁

Saints and Sinners

To those who have been promised tomorrow and throw caution to the wind today and have not learned the lessons of yesterday How do you do it? For those who have hidden their nightmares better than others -leaving them free... Continue Reading →

Christmas- the Consumer

The Christmas spirit travels to and fro from browser to browser seeking wallets, purse and bank accounts to enter It worms its way through hungry eyes fooling its victims with its tinsel disguise Christmas oh Christmas -show me where you... Continue Reading →

Falling …. And Rising

. "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Nelson Mandela Though the graveyards are full and the city dumps are full and my mind is so full that thoughts cause... Continue Reading →

Find Yourself

This is a style of poetry after the poet, Wendy Cope from  ‘The Uncertainty of the Poet’. It was strange to do, but interesting.   Only when you find yourself   do you begin to grow Only when you grow do... Continue Reading →

Want to be a Writer?

If you’re crazy enough to want to become a writer of books of poems then welcome to this delicious insanity To a place where you will stare at nothing ...for ages .... longing for inspiration And when you find it-... Continue Reading →

Searching

I search for truth on passing faces and in graveyards but find it within prison walls I search for hope etched in tea leaves but find it in abundance clogging hospital walls I search for love hidden beneath words or... Continue Reading →

Her Way

Nerve- muscle- bone and sinew bow in submission Even her shadow keeps a respectful distance as they watch her ink scrawl stories over the  tapestry of  willing skin -spilling its excess drop..by…drop unto a hungry page © Vivian Zems Image:... Continue Reading →

I’m Good Enough

Oh the years I lived with self-doubt without a chance to sit it out it would just follow me about stopping my voice-sealing my shout Until I became bored with it and began to battle right back doubt fled my oncoming attack... Continue Reading →

Winter Games

Laughter and snuggles Under warm blankets we dive -playing hide and seek skin to skin cheek to cheek kisses for warmth  The scent of your skin is the only tongue  I care to speak  ©Vivian Zems Real Toads-Scent 

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