Whispers of Walden

warm orange early morning sun wraps itself around one side of the birch trees who bathe blissfully in it's embrace outside my cabin. Birdsong floats ethereally across the sky and the leaves whisper a soft response. The land is alive and I too. Inner music sings my soul awake and my hearts peels back another …

eggsistential

this egg at the centre of me it's beginning to crack   i saw a tear drip from it yesterday fashioned from old pain   falling it grew wings   i saw hands reach outward only to turn and embrace the only heart   they could truly hold   submission for dVerse Quadrille hosted by …

look less leaps

how many times have i leapt and landed bruised and broken how many times did the siren's song pound my heart onto the smashing rocks how many times did i swerve from the realisation that I am the only true keeper of my heart   submission for dVerse Quadrille #47          

Hiraeth

An eloquent write from Brendan at Real Toads provides us with a prompt entitled Home. Please red his soulful introduction below before moving on to my poem. As one who moved around a lot in his earlier decades, the eventual finding, making and sustaining a place I call home has resulted in the most productive …