“I’m turning into my mother” I say in dismay, recognising her in the tone of my voice, my mannerisms, the size of my nose. Don’t get me wrong, I do love her. From the bottom of my heart to the tips of my toes, But seriously. If I’ve bought a new bag, put on a … Continue reading
I thought it might hurt, but it doesn’t. I’m surprised by how little I care. I thought I’d be gutted and nosey and lost But really I’m just laissez-faire. I write poems to log my emotions But I’m not really sure how I feel, I’m just happy that I’m not as sad as I thought … Continue reading
I am guilty of misjudgement, Guilty of seeing the good. I thought I’d figured out your flaws; Was happy that I had identified each one. And while they added up, They only made you imperfectly perfect. Don’t worry, I’m aware of my own flaws too. They’re recorded in my mind like twisted trophies in a … Continue reading
We’re living in a world of deception, Surrounded by embellished facades That beckon us in or beg for attention. Our eyes are easily tricked, persuaded to glance longingly in the right direction. And yet we avoid amending our prescriptions. Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is power – and can “sweet” exist without presence of “sour”? … Continue reading
Some of us are cursed over-doers. We over-think, over-analyse, even over-feel. Rest is replaced with stress as we deliberate over the “what-ifs”, Questioning minor details until the whole world becomes surreal. Over-doing isn’t always bad. Sometimes we over-achieve, and that makes us over-the-moon! We’re demeaned for being “over-sensitive” (like that’s going to help…), But it’s … Continue reading
Footsteps leave a shallow path in sand, and are soon to be stolen, Whisked away by the cold fingers of the wind. In stone, however, they are there for an eternity. Not even time can take them. They will stay Forever. Embedded in perpetual stone, the footsteps tell a story, A time of love between … Continue reading
The tree stands patiently with bare branches on show, An easy target for the bitterness of the winter wind. But nobody will question why its leaves won’t grow, As they keep faith that an emerald coat will return in spring. The shore is revealed to be a vast empty space, Abandoned again by the fickle … Continue reading
He spits it at me like a sour feeling; “Child.” Stay still and maybe I’ll disappear. “Well?” the threat stabs at the space between us. “What do you want then?” Everything is rhetorical. “Are you listening? Can you see what I’m saying?” “You need to grow up.” No options. Doesn’t he know that I already … Continue reading
In case of fire break glass, Leave calmly and raise the alarm. Apparently these simple instructions Will ensure that you don’t come to harm. Pull the pin in the nozzle, And aim at the base of the fire. It will help to distinguish the flames there, And win back the peace you require. It was … Continue reading
Poetry is a vehicle for emotion. It’s the private diary entry you feel a need to share. Poetry is prose that refuses to stand still, And dances into the night without a care. Poetry can be clever and comical; The jolliest rhyme in perfect time with the best punchline and- Sometimes it stops you. When … Continue reading
Tricky Pancakes 