Today should be a happy day for me. I have an amazing husband who loves me and our little boy. We have a simple but loving home. Today is our 8th anniversary, and I am dealing with grief. A deep well of sadness stemming from a little girl lost (with big brown eyes and frail body), who would never know ...
Once upon a time A hollow man spotted me A shiny new toy, fragile with an inner brokenness Yet filled with wisdom, poetry and deep love He decided then and there to put me in a box There was a painting of a moon in the box, and a ragged blanket But, I was out of his reach Sometimes getting ...
A week before my wedding, butterflies haunted me. One rested on the wall next to my bed. He was white with delicate pink and yellow patterns outlined in a rich dark blue. He kept me company while I sank into the world of Hemingway. He was right beside me when I chased hunters in Africa, watched bull fights and ...
Come as you may In the glimmers of light falling through star dust In memories long buried in the recesses of my heart In cloudy weather oh so abhorred In the chatter of birds oh so unconcerned In passing trees and crumbling houses In hunger, austerity and brewing unrest In the silent acceptance of fate by cheated, beaten masse Come, my sweet melancholia Be my refuge
Walking through the shadow of oppression and austerity I reach out for star tingles Shared pain Solidarity Knowing smiles Kindness And… The quiet, enduring Essence of nature… Walking through the shadow of oppression and austerity I reach out for star tingles Shared pain Solidarity Knowing smiles Kindness And… The quiet, enduring Essence of nature…
Hubris and shame will be my legacy I stomp curiosity (It kills cats) like a mighty T-rex I raise my head and scream “Bow down you mutts” Fear, loathing and drudgery shall be your lot Stealing star tingles We steal moonlight and star tingles The faint beat of a drum unique to each child As we fumble along trying to ...
The little boy (3 and a half years old) determinedly shoves in baking powder, red food colouring, a dash of washing liquid and a squirt of vinegar into the hole in his clay mound. A thick, red gooey flow dotted with creamy bubbles spills out of the mound, staining the floor and filling the little boy’s heart with delight ...
Pain; unfathomable Latches on to pain of others Depicted in pop culture Crowned in glitter To aid and abet our voyeurism Deep in the recess of our minds and bury our own darkness
goingbonkersgracefully Gib stared at the swirls of pink and orange tinged with gold against a pale blue background in amazement. He sank his feet deeper into the soft and slightly moist stuff he was standing on. His uncut mop of hair flew in the air, each strand playing ‘tangles’ with the others. The strong, unruly body of water in ...
Five little ducks went out one day Over the hills and far away.. Mother duck said quack, quack, quack But only one little duck came back This little duck wore a crown that day Made of feathers that once said quack Little duck said quack, quack, quack And he became a king, so they say they say
Gib stared at the swirls of pink and orange tinged with gold against a pale blue background in amazement. He sank his feet deeper into the soft and slightly moist stuff he was standing on. His uncut mop of hair flew in the air, each strand playing ‘tangles’ with the others. The strong, unruly body of water in front ...
In a corner of the world where Ancient ruins of glory days And repressed tension of diverging ways Conspire with fear, grasping and ‘identity’ To wreck havoc, A bunch of nonchalant goats Graze on chewy grass By a peaceful pond Covered in Duckweed (@Muhudu Maha Viharaya – [Pottuvil – Sri Lanka)
Wisdom hides amongst the most mundane of things In a withering bush near a car park In a foolish movie for the masses In a cup of tea and an invisible storm Rising above the filthy mud Of day to day living
Mia picked up her basket of frog skeletons, put on her burgundy dress and stepped out of her house. The witch gathering was scheduled at half past moon rise. Mia hoped she wasn’t late for the ceremony. Her path was laden with rotting leaves; a chilly wind caressed her back as she took mincing steps on the narrow path. The ...
Mia picked up her basket of frog skeletons, put on her burgundy dress and stepped out of her house. The witch gathering was scheduled at half past moon rise. Mia hoped she wasn’t late for the ceremony. Her path was laden with rotting leaves; a chilly wind caressed her back as she took mincing steps on the narrow path. The ...
It was a steep climb I stumbled on the steps Scraped a knee Hurt my back And the old bruises Surfaced Aches and pains Were my sure Companions Yet The lingering breeze From the top of the mountain Urged me onwards Where a still pool Bestowed cool droplets On weary travelers
It was a steep climb I stumbled on the steps Scraped a knee Hurt my back And the old bruises Surfaced Aches and pains Were my sure Companions Yet The lingering breeze From the top of the mountain Urged me onwards Where a still pool Bestowed cool droplets On weary travelers
I am a poet, a gifted being My rage fills word docs Like flies swarm a milk box And I like to wallow In my misery with a cocktail in hand Looking down at the lesser beings From the vantage point That is rightly mine
I am a poet, a gifted being My rage fills word docs Like flies swarm a milk box And I like to wallow In my misery with a cocktail in hand Looking down at the lesser beings From the vantage point That is rightly mine
