It has been a while……

.......since I wrote a poem. I have been scribbling away in the background but have given more time these last years to collecting thoughts, feelings and observations in a journal. Reflections on life, on love and on loss. Perhaps some if it will find its way here. This morning I felt compelled to pen a …

cycles

life's losses are woven together like seeds on a thread of grief that circles your heart each one a compassionate friend whose soft lament whispers a song of soul to remind you that your growing pains birthed a beautiful wisdom tree that stands rooted in the fertiliser of your wondrous life

The Weaver

when life conspires to throw you into the liminal space occupying that window bounded by the no longer and the not yet your senses switch to full alert sight sharpens sound permeates all vibrational frequencies play in the spaces in between you smell blossoms from centuries ago and different continents to the one your feet …

No words

How to pen a poem to a woman who prefers actions to words? She would rather I made the bed or cleaned the toilet Washed the dishes or did the ironing made the morning coffee or pushed her grandchildren to the park whilst she walk alongside chatting to them Allowed her head to rest on …

Photo Poetry

For the month of October I have a wee social media project on the go. I have been posting a daily card which contains a line from one of my poems and a selection of my photography. I don’t have the same kind of traffic here as I am not a regular poster these days …

A Card a Day: Week 1

For the month of October I have a wee social media project on the go. I have been posting a daily card which contains a line from one of my poems and a selection of my photography I don't have the same kind of traffic here as I am not a regular poster these days …

Traffic Jamming

What would you say if I told you that a Bangalore taxi ride is the way to enlightenment? Forget India's temples and Holy cities. This is the most profound manifestation of the mystical divine in operation that you can experience. Read on dear seeker, read on 😉 This morning I took an Uber across Bangalore …

dis quiet

I noticed a bloom in my garden today   growing silently as disquiet   composted with blame forked with agitation   i always thought it was you who planted it there   but you did not it is I who have cared for it   if care be the word for it is a flower …

Dawn’s Piper

Spring beckons in Arcadia vernal equinox zero point of sidereal time maybe of time itself Pan demic* in his appearance has put down his pipes There is to be no playing for the apocalypse Too riveting it's gaze even for a God who has seen it all before Too mesmerising its own song as it …

it is done

Goodbye TOADS I have ignored the prompts and just opened the door to what might come Special Thanks to Kerry for everything and more     it is a tear that falls it is a tear that cuts how some wounds are opened with heart! moments memories a smile or two a knowing kinship penned …