Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
(Note: Messages from the dreamtime inspire much of my poetry, and as an experiment, I decided to revisit an old dream, from May 2013, and see what new insights it might deliver. The original posting, entitled “Whale Dreaming”, can be viewed here. ) Exposed we are, voyageurs, crossing a great expanse – one tiny vessel […]
Road behind is collapsing remain upbeat, continue a trail of childhood tears practice giving, don’t falter the past a faulty messenger focus on beauty, facing forward memories storm, threaten Keep travelling, let go of concern fears, like locusts, plague work hard, be positive anger rumbles, grows wings be at peace, future brings promise pain, ignorant […]
Mother, twice married, conveys reluctance, exaggerates fear – charted history obstacles a given. Father’s outing perpetuates disconnection anxiety replacing communication group wishes null Sister desires crack – living spectacle – addiction barrier to forgotten privilege Husband’s end plan race transmissions – dispossessed of direction – a dreamer Fodder for gossip – elaborate gong show – […]
Sought-out careers stagnant communication with colleagues soaked with commitments – underlying imposed courtesy we are doubly dependent – mutual caregivers supporting water treading, our authority drowning in preset obligations Past dwellings, connections sopped with history, hold on – leftover dregs, stale-dated – their validity disappearing, We are overcoming, debriefing, navigating release, minimilizing plan to alter […]
Pummelling the roof hardened droplets drown out my thoughts deafening, ridiculing Nature’s curious declaration of power threatens, instructs humility; a discordant roar stifling creativity. (Image: images.yourdictionary.com)
Favourite colour? Black, says she without hesitation; I falter, stumble mind reaching – who likes black? Is that a colour? It’s all colours, she’s nonchalant intent on task – carefully keeping within the lines Of course it is, ill equipped am I to disagree, images of dark somber corners, sorrow and death crows – Why […]
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
Slippers, perched at night stand, twitching impatiently, mark the absence of feet, cannot appreciate the meaning of unruffled bed covers. Abandoned, a coffee mug bemoans its curdling contents, complains of thick brown lines contaminating its porcelain shine, has not noted absence of hands. Chair, pushed back from desk,…
(Note: I draw much of my inspiration from dreams, and recently I’ve been challenging myself to write prose as well as poetry. This poem and the piece, The Vortex, are inspired by the same dream.) A bee, caught in a violent draught, collides with woman her body a salty concrete wall of frenzy, she is […]
Solitude, I dream of expansive landscapes, crave your panoramic silence, thrill to the ideal of your boundless sanctity Solitude, you wrap me in separateness, strip away my cardboard walls, tear at the corners of my instability; no refuge from the stillness Solitude, I am smothered by your starkness, by my starkness, cries of madness reverberating […]
Dressed in our finest personas we submit to public scrutiny, polish our performances, risk criticism to achieve the prize Practice behind the scenes preparing lists and scripts, questioning qualifications, comparisons deflating egos Yet we succumb to pressure step into the spotlight, react emotions and insecurities demolishing golden intentions We scramble for our lines, to maintain […]
