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My Desire

As I pull on my doubts as if adjusting the hem of my skirt I am sure of only one thing It’s not more money I require It’s not for fame I sing It’s not for more friends to acquire... Continue Reading →

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The Ecstasy of Silence

When I sit with you under an oak tree that is preoccupied with tending its errant leaves -I enjoy our companionable silence that doesn’t shy away from breath between words It is a silence that is content to remain pregnant-... Continue Reading →

Day 17: Next Time?

next time there'll be no lies next time there'll be no violence next time there'll be kindness next time there'll be love next time there'll be patience next time there'll be respect next time it'll be from heaven next time... Continue Reading →

Day 4: What’s the Time?

Who can tell if Time is friend or foe Time - who chronicles life events while busy meddling elsewhere Time- who takes note of all our scars and triumphs Time- who waits patiently...but, for what? Time- who never stops and... 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 →

Watching Moments

This was a relief. Being freed from editing my poetry book to respond to today's prompt; to write about this very moment. Now, what to write?....ok, I've got it. I can't hold onto time- not the present or the past.... Continue Reading →

Quiet Time

I grew up in a home where intermittent solitude was considered an essential part of personal growth. My dad always said that there was a time to 'gather one's thoughts' and a time for 'chit-chat'. Either way, he was already... Continue Reading →

Playing for Time

Nervously biting my nails and tapping my left foot impatiently while staring at the clock of time…..these qualities are so not me. Is it a blessing or curse to be imbued with patience? That, I can never tell. Some would... Continue Reading →

The Sands

How is it that sand between toes ....right here and in this moment... can be also running through an hour-glass marking the end of someone else's time I marvel at the power in all these grains which together...gift pleasure or... Continue Reading →

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