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Free verse poetry

That’s Life

The world is full of people who may suffer loneliness (at times) or crave aloneness (at times) But even then- they are greeted by the sun everyday and escorted home by the stars every night They may carry  bags full... Continue Reading →

A Walk in the Park

Pain is part of life. It’s a necessary evil- helping us grow in wisdom and strength. How often do we wish to avoid difficulties- wrapping them in cotton wool or avoiding them altogether? This poem is a reflection of such... Continue Reading →

Grounded

  What do I know of power? I cannot fathom its texture or dimensions Is it loud? Does it growl….or shake its fists at passers-by? No, I do not know power But... I do know survival It's staying one step... Continue Reading →

Just Another Day

I’ve stopped wishing to be some one else. You know, that self-assured someone who’s got their act together and seems knows how to handle everything…. anytime? I embrace my imperfections…knowing that perfection is pure fantasy. I embrace my weaknesses now……because... Continue Reading →

All in the Timing

There's a rumour going around that there's a time for this and a time for that I hope that when I catch up they'd have added a time to smell the coffee or a time to remove rose-tinted glasses or... Continue Reading →

Sounds of Time

Do you hear that sound? it's the silence of conscience  patiently awaiting  a voice And what are those other sounds? the tick-tock of time the thumping of a million heartbeats the thrumming of countless pulses are they a mocking melody... Continue Reading →

Breaking My Silence

Mary Oliver, renowned poet has died at the age of 83. She was well known for her straight-talking poetry, believing that poetry 'mustn't be fancy". This made me think of all the poetry I've read over the years...and yes, there... Continue Reading →

Do You Mean It?

Writing a poem using the word 'hollow'. Now, let's see....... I thought, and thought...and voila! 'Hollow words' came to mind. You see, we use words to paint pictures of the past, present and future. They are our primary form of... Continue Reading →

The March

It's 2019, this is my first post of the year....and this is where we are. The fight for justice continues. Jakelin Maquin died in the custody of the U.S. Custom and Border Protection in December. She was 7. And again,... Continue Reading →

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