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 –

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

I choose life

There is so much to say I can not hear your voice Break your silence Let us not whisper There is no longer any choice * Can I be your voice Share what’s in your heart I speak, I shout, on your behalf Lies and truths I shall impart * On your behalf I set

The Book

January 12, excitedly the family moved into their new house. Yes it was old, perhaps little lacklustre, nothing that a coat of paint couldn’t fix, Jane mindfully making plans. It wasn’t perfect, who needed perfect, she thought. There needed to be changes to suit the family, in any case, it was going to be theirs.

The conductor

The alleyway was a totally different view by daylight. The sinister shadows taking their vengeance by dark, intimidating innocent passers by, were gone. Now the shadows loomed larger than life, playfully waiting, to participate in a dance, to a tune that was yet to be played. Not much action today, the watcher took a well

Anger, light, love – she is the source.

Finding your yourself ❤️ . . She stands behind she is your ego As if a dragon, she breathes fire Swinging her fists short sharp breaths she is defiant Prepared to fight Prepared to defend Her furrowed brow In this instant stay out of her way she is righteous She is unrighteous she is your

The Elm Tree

Early morning, the sun rising over the clouds, the elderly man is out walking his dog. An orchestra of sounds fill the air. Birds tweeting simultaneously as if greeting each other with welcome to a new day. A light breeze whishes as the stones crunch under each step as he ambles along the long gravel

Today my heart swelled with pride

Delacombe Cricket Club, the home teams players congregated in their fielding positions for the A graders cricket Final. As the mum of one of away teams players, I set my chair up on the sidelines under a large gum tree that provided a cool shady world with light filtering through the tree tops helping to