When was the last time you gave to yourself what you give to others When did you last tell someone you loved them When was the last time you said this to yourself We say I love you to others We want to hear these words back We look for love from others We askContinue reading “I am listening”
Tag Archives: Writer
I choose life
Fandangos Friday Flashback May 29 #fff 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 impartContinue reading “I choose life”
Mother
My Mother Our roles in life change many times during our lifetimes. I have been a child, a friend, a cousin, niece, and a granddaughter. I have been an owner/rescuer of dogs, cats, birds, and one rabbit, one possum. And that was just in the early years. A teenager, a school leaver, a traveller, anContinue reading “Mother”
My World
Sitting here on Wednesday afternoon with a chance to reflect. I have a day where nothing else is planned, except housework (write or housework, my choice is made) so here I am. The theme for the day writing, journalling, breathing and listening. My dogs sleeping peacefully beside me and there is just silence to keepContinue reading “My World”
Standing in the mirror
Standing in the mirror When did you last meet yourself?Like this?Do you see how bright you shine?When did you last see yourself?Like we see you, exquisitely beautiful. #Friday5linesorless
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 *Continue reading “My soul to keep”
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 AContinue reading “What we were told not to talk about”
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 ofContinue reading “How to be a woman”
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. HeContinue reading “Save me”
What she wrote next 