The Dogmatic Parrot – Voetry

AsideApril 21, 2020April 21, 2020 Athousandbitsofpaper12 Comments

A return to spoken word aka voetry clips Hope you enjoy Volume up Landscape (if using your phone) (Movie of woman training a parrot with my spoken word poetry in background – for sight impaired readers)

The orchestra falls quiet

AsideApril 20, 2020April 19, 2020 Athousandbitsofpaper16 Comments

It’s a funny thing poetry Emotion opens the page Feelings push the pen Stroke the keyboard Arrange words The heart overseeing everything like a conductor who denotes You speak Now you And you And you And the melody flows forth From within To without Where it becomes this poem Or rather prose (of course) Which […]

You know what I mean?

AsideApril 19, 2020April 16, 2020 Athousandbitsofpaper20 Comments

It’s difficult to write poetry When the sun is shining And butterflies are circling The breeze is cold But out of the wind The warmth toasts My skin And the dog sighs and stretches Tail beating out a tune if I whisper her name But she’s too lazy to get up and come over here […]

Autumn Regrets

AsideApril 18, 2020April 17, 2020 Athousandbitsofpaper5 Comments

Regret Covers me like a blanket Smothering.. Regret An endless bucket We pour into separate cups Drink tea laced with cyanide Stare at toxic tea leaves Left Residue Clings Is dredged up With each new tide washing over a being I wish Heartfelt sigh Regrets build as time drifts by A small mountain A tall […]

Moving up a level in the game

April 17, 2020April 17, 2020 Athousandbitsofpaper11 Comments

Life is long

If we are lucky.

Days blur

Weeks passing like high speed trains

The refrain of which

Echo in habits and cycles and a great deal of internal conversation

The human mind regurgitates ideas like a cow chewing cud

The same song, words, stuff goes around and around

Yet out of all this oblivion

Arise Pivotel moments

You might experience half a dozen small eruptions when you think

“I have got to change”

“I must“

But change doesn’t happen

Or it does

But is not lasting

Then there are moments

Soft as a cats paw sneaking

Silent as a flower head

Unfolding

Blooming

Pivotel moments

When you walk through an open door

And never go back

To the way you were before

Like wind to the sails in the midst of doldrums

Search the horizon for those moments

When they arrive

Jump on

Enjoy the rise

Your next level has arrived

*and after seemingly an interminably long time striving – when the moment arrives, it is as easy, effortless and surprising as a natural unfurling of intention.

Morning walks

AsideApril 17, 2020April 14, 2020 Athousandbitsofpaper13 Comments

I was walking Swishing flies When it hit me The voice had gone I tried to find it It had left The one that said Worry Fear Regret The one that said Should’ve Could’ve Might be Maybe Has been replaced with Simply “Today I will…” It still hasn’t come back That other voice I don’t […]

Why is this making me so uncomfortable?

AsideApril 16, 2020April 16, 2020 Athousandbitsofpaper7 Comments

Shadow run beside me More real then this flesh and blood I avoid Look away Yet you keep coming I use distraction Hurry on Still you come Dogged Determined Breathing hotly on my neck Whispering “You haven’t faced me yet”. Ahh yet. There will come a day As many have come When I cannot dodge […]

Playing favourites is a bit of a shitty game

AsideApril 16, 2020April 16, 2020 Athousandbitsofpaper6 Comments

Sons Favourites Dad This is what I was thinking of a bit sadly today My Dad had favourites And it wasn’t until the end That I think he realised Quite A Few Things About all of us Too late perhaps, when you have played favourites I don’t Neither does my husband We only have two […]

Filling the bottomless moment

AsideApril 15, 2020 Athousandbitsofpaper6 Comments

An empty blue sky On an Autumn day The only sound That of a crow Calling In the background The dog sleeps in the corner Slightly snoring It should be peaceful Quiet The absence of movement Rendering the moment still and bottomless Instead My head fills every second with noise And being aware of it […]

Beds made by Mothers

AsideApril 15, 2020 Athousandbitsofpaper9 Comments

Sheets pulled straight From the bottom to the top In the pillows In the covers Layers and layers of Love Enfolded In the gentle goodnight hug Of a bed made By a Mother *our youngest son is home for a week. We raised independent little buggers – they left home as soon as they were […]