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 →
The times..... when a mind is ground to powder when tears spring when even the sky cries and the rivers rise When...... time has no meaning and words have lost theirs It is then...... that we realise that a word... Continue Reading →
It’s not everyday I see the self portrait of my soul with its uneven contours and discoloured patterns And see here- the jagged stitching across the chest? That’s scarring from when my heart was ripped out.... then repaired trampled ......... Continue Reading →
Were they not words that created the world? But for words, our world would be as silent as the grave and darkness would still hover over the deep where the nights are not dark enough How would the vision be... Continue Reading →
. "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 →
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 →
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 →
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
Flashback to when fear was the monster under my bed -when it was only in my head It grew with me blocking all I could see while I stumbled from failure to failure from self-doubt to despair -believing it was... Continue Reading →
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