Poetry Blogs (renewal)
I've been burned
And risen again
Proud of my new coat
I've been burned again
Proud of my new coat of feathers
And unafraid of fire.
Wednesday 6th January 2021 1:50 am
I was born at twenty-one
Thrust out of the womb
Released into the newness of life
Born, at twenty one
Eyes opened to the world
Crying, struggling, fighting
Trying to make sense of it all
Yes, I was only born at twenty-one
Borne out of education
Borne out of society’s expectations
Borne out of comfort, out of the shield
Though I lived before
I was onl...
Friday 14th August 2020 9:26 am
On the Seventh Watch:
A little after midnight, I was told to watch from 3,
The darkest hour looming, don’t why it fell to me.
And I was blurry eyed, like other souls,
Whose hearts somehow had all been lost.
Hold your ground, won’t you hold your ground,
Hold it while the Angel’s draw their lots,
Defined by everything that I am not
On the Seventh Watch
Wednesday 10th June 2020 1:27 pm
Some mistakes cannot be undone
They haunt us with the rising sun
Memories that hijack the waking mind
And racing thoughts that make life grind
Though we attempt to bury them deep
When we’re vulnerable there they creep
So how from this torture do we escape
And begin our story to reshape
By accepting that we all have flaws
And we aren’t prisoners to what was
Piece by pi...
Sunday 10th May 2020 1:08 am
I am unsure of who I am
I no longer know what I mean to myself
I am thrust into the unknown
I feel alone and uncertain.
There is always more for me to learn
I have learnt so much
But actually so little.
The emotions I feel
Are old but I am sensing them in a new form.
A refreshing but frightening way.
Holding onto nothing
I am walking a tightrope
Clinging on ...
Saturday 21st April 2018 7:54 pm
I find that I must live in a world
Where, between that desperate dusk and a new dawn,
And between many a dawn and its dusk,
The only reality lies in love.
To be in love in that first dawn
And in the dusk, was to feel the sun
Warm our very passion every minute of every hour,
Reality lay only in the other.
And beyond that dreadful dusk, nothing
but dawns and dusk and ...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 4:13 pm
There must be a death
if there is to be a resurrection;
The demise of something
in part or the whole of:
that portion of one's being...
Only then shall we see
with eyes new as morning's first light.
Only then shall we have
allow ourselves to take the first steps
laden with amnesia
of the former, forgotten self.
Come and cease...
Sunday 25th March 2012 9:20 am