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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 😁😁

Where Are the Poets?

Where are the poets when you need them? Where are the wordsmiths that cry out  across the space-time continuum from the future to the present in the market square in the town halls outside places of worship in the middle of the street?... Continue Reading →

Being Brave

Fear thinks it’s got one up on me as it scrabbles along the walls of my mind stopping now and then to loom and roar showing me its red cavernous mouth as red as a thousand gaping wounds as crimson... Continue Reading →

Stayin’ Inside!

The Zeitgeist of Covid-19

I decided to write these haikus on a gloomy day, last week. I'd just received the news that work was wrapping up until the Corona Virus was 'gone', another 800  had just died in Italy, and our Prime Minister was... Continue Reading →

Lock Down

The sun lifts her face because hope knows no reason even in lock down © Vivian Zems Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, Lock down

A Mountain of Lies

I search for truth.... under a mountain of words so densely packed as to shut daylight out so precariously perched.... and as unsteady as the weaving drunk -as though resting   on a foundation more of sand than of rock ©Vivian... Continue Reading →

I’m Listening…

Tell me... do your thoughts require a leash..and  does your mouth engage your brain...regularly? When your anger is stirred.... does it coil itself under your skin.... or fizzle out....quietly? Do your hopes wake you with the urgency of a fire... Continue Reading →

The Wind

I watched the wind today ...it swished past me raking its fingers through my hair while parting trees and lifting leaves I watched the wind today as it danced past me ..tickling my feet while whispering loudly in my ear... Continue Reading →

Cook Us a Tale

poets writers story-makers -all delight in creating talismanic words to imprison the hearts and minds of avid readers Weaving this way and that stitching... and backstitching stirring the alphabet stew ...and watching as plots thicken © Vivian Zems Earthweal 

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