Happy Sunday another scheduled post with one of the earlier poetry movies that I did. https://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2019/11/21/the-voice-in-our-head/ Back tomorrow. Stay well and enjoy your Saturday or Sunday whichever it is in your part of the world.
Fear Paralysing Heat rushing Heart sinking Shame Shame Shame The fear of failing being seen as lame lame lame I’ve had all these fears All these moments Again and Again and again And I’m still alive There is a second sometimes when I post something Where I literally have to walk through a brick wall […]
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 […]
It seemed important The purchase I owned it It was mine I took it home And put it with the rest of my Things Which is when I realised Nothing belongs to me Even this body will one day be taken Or rather left behind What else? What else is left behind? Just the things […]
I was consuming unwisely Trying To eat a life that I couldn’t have But I wanted so bad I didn’t realise in my search for a highlight high True meaning doesn’t come in the form of highlights Only epiphanies And it can’t be eaten like that hot cross bun A piece of chocolate Or an […]
Time It runs through my fingers Flies through the window Leaving me restless Where would I have been had I shut the opening Blocked the call of endless potential And simply let some things stick *I have an endless capacity for change. Picking up one thing, I love it and learn everything about it. Sometimes […]
When George at Zoolon Audio posted last year that he would accept poems and turn them into fully produced songs, a light went off in my head – perfect priceless Christmas gift for husband. Brownie points Wife of the year medals Possibly even an Australia Day honour (though that was a rank outside chance at […]
And the words come to greet me Yet I cannot write them down I am scared of what they reveal Even as I refuse They wait Stagnating at the front of my mind The back of my throat The tip of tongue They block everything Until no further words come Arising From wherever words spring […]
[image a dark haired woman dancing in work out gear turns into an evening silhouette of a woman dancing on the beach] … Words to Poem: Why? Because I want to show them the awkward phase The bit where nothing looks perfect or easy And some looks even Embarrassing I want to show them that […]
Being a writer An artist A filmmaker A songwriter A sculpter Anything Self made is very difficult You have to combat Self doubt Worthiness You have to defend your creations to others – even if it is silently – in your head, behind shuttered eyes Justify the time that they take To others And to […]
