Sapphire

I’m a sapphire kind of gal – crystal blue smouldering sky-bright moody – the whimsical imaginings of a heart cast in stone. (Image mine)

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Skyward

Even weeds reach for the sky, as if heaven holds a secret, as if liberation lies in the stars and the day’s passage into night is a promise – I reach for the sky with my prayers, with my wishes, am no more enlightened than a weed.

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Quit the Noise

Paint-on rainbows and special edition labels do not a top-notch product make. Have we not  learned – domestic audiences are moving on, are more discerning – Timing is off for this pumped up charade – Stay committed, conference, effort is warranted if real change is to happen.

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Sleep is For Other

I toil in the dreamtime like a night manager in a hotel without walls, catering to clientele – whose needs, so diverse, rattle the rows of beds – settling disputes and encouraging discretion and succeeding only in waking exhausted. I am like a keeper in a hostile hostel – trying to find a key when […]

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Worn Out

Is it just me, or is anyone else feeling low on energy these days?  Wishing you all a laid-back Sunday.

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Disillusionment

Yesterday’s vibrancy now faded markings on boarded up facades I stand on the edge of loss, of ghostly memories and ponder what lies below – perched as I am on a precarious throne have ignored the call of the river, the beckoning horizon, preferred comfort over adventure, and now in bitterness, blame those distant shadows, […]

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No Thanks

I like a crispy stalk of celery to stir a Caesar’s spice, or a wedge of tart lemon squeezable in tea that is iced and cinnamon is delectable when steeping in hot cider but never in my sipping days have I requested a side of spider. (Based on an actual incident.  Photo is proof.)

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Rowboat Dreams

A rowboat is a useful thing, to get from a to b, but should you dream you are stranded with only one oar, in a cesspool of sharks, then I’d say you are hardly equipped to handle the situation, but don’t bail – all you can do is hang on and wait for the cavalry (or […]

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Dream Interpretation: Teacup

A teacup is a social thing – fits neatly in matching saucer, requires raising of pinky finger, prescribed by social etiquette. Should it break or, heaven forbid, spill – its fragile, china composure spewing hot trails on white linens, then disgrace could be the theme which only matters if Victorian protocols are the priority – […]

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Upended

Tomorrow, like yesterday fell out of step with today – any gifting involved must have taken place while I was not looking – that which gives me birth also weakens me, or perhaps, I should say, what is taken is beyond us Oh, such gibberish that falls from my pen – it seems the devil cries […]

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