Poetry Blogs (2013, birth)
The day I met you
My soul awoke;
a sound of crying so joyous I could cry myself
The thought of opening my eyes
without the sound this little life I created would be just as scary as it was
when she had opened hers in the first
moments of life
She lit up my night sky
She came to me with golden hair
The color people would dye to have
For her, I'd die a million times to have also
Tuesday 11th December 2018 2:00 pm
Now there's a new C word in town
10 months in, the word CURED blasts free
In the same chair, same room by the same careful man
Where we heard that other C word everyone fears
This one is C for celebration
Not C for Christ no, can't believe it
A new day to celebrate through the onward years
A day as special as a birth
The C pebble dropped and happiness ripples spread and ...
Friday 6th October 2017 8:28 pm
They say 5 a day and a number of vaccines are what you need to be healthy
They say that cancer can't be cured and that a plant should be outlawed, but what's the reality
They say we need to go to war but we've heard it all before, and it's not how it should be
They say we need to vote so get in line, as if we have a choice this time, they act like we'...
Thursday 4th May 2017 1:20 am
We enter this world on days when life is slightly kinder
Pushed by our family in our pushchair,
we are content.
As we've grown, we are given happiness as a gift
We are given happiness with gifts,
the sweetness of our mother's kiss,
the softness of a kitten
We were unaware of the concept of age
We gave love willingly,
our first kiss being messy and conf...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 5:45 pm
The babies keep coming
into the world
petals opening disgorging
Mouths to feed
They pile up
scream and kick
another matter of pride
to show off.
Tick one more box
box ticked move on
over the horizon the
petals are pulsing
The world blinks and is missed
Friday 7th August 2015 9:32 pm
I lay here cradling my mosaic heart, untwinned in your palms. My naked body and mind no longer intertwined, A fated dualistic death. I gave myself to you unwittingly, unknowingly, punishingly... Sensual, seductive emotions ravenously race through my every pore, One last butterfly kiss, wanting evermore. My heart decadently dances with perpetual palpitation...
Sunday 19th July 2015 1:09 pm
Bright blue veins stretch a map across her belly,
giving no indication what’s happening underground.
Her hand cups the full-moon, the cusp of new life;
the woman dreams as cells are dividing, beginning.
A sudden panic of white coats round a monitor,
two on the phone, the others inflated with facts.
The woman no longer exists, she’s just a vessel grown in size
Wednesday 30th January 2013 5:12 pm