Not everyone gets to walk the inner tracks. The ones lined with wild things and deep knowing. Some come heavy-footed, uninvited but familiar, saying they love you while quietly building fences around your light. Let them go. Even if their words are soft. Even if their history is tangled with yours. This ground is sacred. […]
The search for peace Is a long hard road Chasms of exhaustion Mountains That touch the sky Walk Pffft, rather trudge, their ranges If you dare Striving to ascertain the intangible high Of peace Certainty But up a mountainside in my mind one day There was a window in the rock I peered through And […]
The colour of soil and pebble Tree and rock Boulders in the shade Falling just the same way As elsewhere I’ve seen Landscape passing through recalling a scene or view Found hundreds of miles away And people are like that too Mannerisms A flash of a smile And the ghost of someone I once knew […]
Shadows appear as the sun rises to light their dark form Delayed reality The thoughts were there before dawnFrom the time I woke upThey circledlike the crows I now observeBlack as pitchThey kettle boilCryingArk Ark ohhhI send my rumination to their wings“Take them flying” I singAnd the crowslaunch into the sky.The sun risesThe world tilts […]
Singing up the sunThey comeBlack and white birdsMonochrome coloursSinging mellifluous wordsThat I hear from beneath my covers
I sat alone utterly happy — because my passing thoughts are great company when I’m happy. And when I’m otherwise engaged, they’re the only company I can tolerate. — This isn’t a dark post — just a simple truth known to most writers. We are a thousand voices and memories, compressed into one fleeting, fragile […]
To rise before the sun, run before the day has begun. A poem that heeds the pull of instinct over materialism and, in doing so, aligns with integrity and finds freedom from everyday constraints.
This piece explores the voice behind the poet, the stitching of memory, and the anchor points that root us in a world that often slips past.
Nature reminds us that for all our thinking and striving, we have no conversation with our surroundings unless we pay attention, and even then, your wealth will not affect a spider
Whatever you work in this life Whatever you create with If you strive And give of yourself fiercely If you surrender to the art It will answer And its reply Will in turn create you The painter will be painted The musician will be played The sculptor will be moulded The writer will be written […]
