In a tired world teetering between a buck’s antlers I saw a worried lion counting his money as an irritated eagle stalked past, determined to dismantle The Flying Committee In the sea, the fish were all up in arms...denying the authority of... Continue Reading →
To, daily, garden minds weeding out malice and planting love exchanging bad for good thoughts working inwards from the edge of reason Making sure said gardens are watered as rain on freshly mown grass or showers that water the earth... Continue Reading →
Who can fathom the mood and power of words? I open my written gift perfect in rhythm and punctuation masterful in chasing fear away pure poetry in the promise of power a wonderful reminder of the gift of love ....... Continue Reading →
Gone are the days when I’d search for my courage between heartbeats or blindly along the dry walls of my mouth ..sometimes pretending I’d found it These days, I clutch it even more tightly even as thunder gathers in the... Continue Reading →
May I never be found despising the stony hearts the concrete skies the grave errors the many problems the closed doors the sealed windows the crushed dreams and melted hopes that lined my path steering me this way and that... Continue Reading →
In life’s rear view Rosa refused to stand Nelson paid the price for his land King’s dream was shattered by a bullet which birthed more bullets for the chocolate man Until we said NO MORE! © Vivian Zems https://youtu.be/QIH42EbN6g4 Seeing... Continue Reading →
The first time: Changing in the gym wrapped in a towel when: “Can you please replace these loo rolls?” rings shrilly in my ear I am so shocked I drop the key to my voice box and neither my voice... Continue Reading →
A tree stares in disbelief at an axe with an unsharpened edge Unsure if its fate is to be beaten rather than chopped to death before giving birth to tables and chairs A pavement recoils in disgust that weeds and... Continue Reading →
Who could have known that this was the year of reckoning? That its blank pages would fill with the battle of death and courage? That the voices of all our ancestors would start to paint the picture in part while... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 