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Mischief and The Muse

Though I'd vowed to cut my poetry -writing to once a week, Kerry's wordlist on Instagram was irresistible. I didn't have the time to write, but my muse thought different- so I've written about that.    When caged words lie... Continue Reading →

Choosing Them Wisely

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 →

Without Words

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 →

Falling …. And Rising

. "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 →

Want to be a Writer?

If you’re crazy enough to want to become a writer of books of poems then welcome to this delicious insanity To a place where you will stare at nothing ...for ages .... longing for inspiration And when you find it-... Continue Reading →

The Food We Eat

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 →

The Pilgrim Poet’s Progress

On the way to purpose is a road paved with plans -with potholes of mistakes and puddles of complication And just to add some spice.... are a myriad of land mines that are guaranteed to blow up your life But... Continue Reading →

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 →

O heart, prepare!

Passing through life’s clouds that part for me I ready my feet for bravery When words are gone but leave long shadows ….for all to see… my heart skips, and saunters readying herself for victory ©Vivian Zems

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