This poem takes the first letter of each month from January to December. It’s a prayer to use our voices to right all wrongs in the coming year. Just because Freedom is like a Moth that fears no flames And... Continue Reading →
I've been putting together selected poems from my blog, as well as adding some new ones in my forthcoming book, 'Becoming Ink'. This poem fitted the prompt of 'The Moment'. This is a poem reflecting 'the last straw'- as it... Continue Reading →
Even when shadows seem to drown in the uncertainty of life -even when the sun rolls off the horizon like a coin off a table -even when the ocean beats and roars at the rocks Life still has a sweet... Continue Reading →
In the brush of the forest pain comes out as a sigh in answer to a question that falls as a tear The trees whisper to me but I have no ears and I must listen I have no mouth... Continue Reading →
Can bitter words poison the bearer? Do sweet words nourish? Is a silence that is no longer quiet filled with the acrid taste regret? At any given time on any given day there is flavour to be found in every... Continue Reading →
To burn the midnight oil or curl up early? To cover my grey hairs or put my wisdom on display? To cycle in the rain or embrace the comfort of my sofa? To pay my bills or pretend they don’t... Continue Reading →
Wrapping me in warmth hurting me in parts unknown the burning truth © Vivian Zems (Haiku) Poets United-Truth (in honour of Ghandi's birthday)
The ground has changed its texture from soft grass to treacherous ice Shoes morph into skates With these-I navigate my destiny oblivious to the holes that yawn beneath the surface But still I skate Guided only by a primal instinct... Continue Reading →
Scattered from north to south dotted like confetti a night sky- rich as velvet holds her children in her mouth Sirius holds dominion over Canopus and Rigil and all others follow suit -watching their brothers to see who will obey... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 