losing a pet – 12 months on

My darling boy, as the 12 month anniversary of the day you left approached, I am overwhelmed at how quick time has passed as it only feels like yesterday I was cuddling you. I realized then, that not a day goes by when I don’t think of you. Not a day goes by when I

My soul to keep

At that moment She stood poised Present and jaded I would look at her Her weary eyes I knew her pain I knew her lies * Her beautiful face Tells a story of courage Fighting to survive You don’t have to carry this weight On your own Lean on me You are not alone *

The murmur of your dreams

A moment A whisper A wrinkle in time Stillness in reflection Gravity pulls Ripples align Dreams take time Be quiet in your moment Follow the shadow of your whisper The murmur of your dreams Will find you when you When least expect it

Poised

Poised in the present Between the highs and lows She believed she could She learned to be strong She speaks her story She wears her eccentricity, her madness her individualism Like a badge She is truth She is extraordinary She will survive everything Because she is who she is She is you Photo prompt –

What we were told not to talk about

It is Father’s Day in the Southern Hemisphere, which prompted these words, along with the writing challenges, the integration of both together became the inspiration for this poem . . . The woman A daddy has gone Don’t tell anyone darling Please, not just yet * A husband has gone A heart is broken A

How to be a woman

Welcome to the mind Of a girl interrupted Realistic, honest, positive A girl who grew into a woman Possibly probably fabulously corrupted * Femininity shone from her effervescent presence Belief in her spirit echoed Devilry, mischief Her sweetness evanescence * She knows what she wants Stands up for what she believes At the risk of

Save me

Message in a bottle Charming, his dark brooding eyes captured her. He was a bad boy, he exuded sex appeal. Her innocence was no match, her lack of experience making her vulnerable, she was caught in a whirlwind of love at first sight, or so she thought, perhaps not, lust yes. She was captivated. He

The mirror cracked

She stared into the face of the stranger Vulnerable Innocent Walking calmly towards life Sometimes Hand in hand towards danger ? . Did she race through life Causing mayhem Creating strife . What encounters shaped her took her breath away made her heart beat faster pangs of loneliness did stir . She knew that face

Women who run with wolves

She is in all of us . As if against her will She stood at the edge of summer Searching, waiting A girl approaching adulthood . Stillness as she waited For the answer Her blue eyes open Beautiful, soulful, perplexed Gliding towards sophisticated . She realised Eventually awakening Enriched She owns her own light Racing