Where is the sense in making peace with a past that is filled with the dry bones of death? Does it make sense to remain in this land where flesh is no longer and breath has since departed? Even the... Continue Reading →
Beneath rich blue skies wisdom exonerates time from theft It’s not what time took but it’s what it left behind It’s the maturity of imagining what it’s like to be unbreakable .....to be remarkable This... is what wisdom teaches those... Continue Reading →
Even when clothed in the bright colours of a peacock’s feathers.... the light plays games when it peaks through dry dead branches as it chases the darkness into the shadows And time passes so differently here ....it beckons to... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Smell The Coffee 