Sway
I sway left, I sway right
Cradling you in my arms
Shushing like the waves
Wishing you goodnight.
I move left, I move right
Dodging your little hands
As we tickle and tumble
Play with no end in sight.
I teach left, I teach right
One day you’ll just get it.
Shoes, socks and gloves
Dad duties become light.
I’ll go left, you’ll go right.
You’ll text me you’re well
You’re on...
Monday 6th November 2023 12:00 pm
Seasons - An Acrostic Poem
Sing and dance before the last leaf falls
Energy flows in swirls and zig zags
Assuage your worries and soak in the golden hues
Silent is the moon pirouetting across our night sky
Oh! Where did half our year go?
Notice the liminal spaces before and after the cold
Seasons will blow our pages to turn and turn.
Sunday 9th July 2023 12:43 pm
Ink Runs Dry
When belief in your pen runs dry,
It leaves a lonely page staring back.
Nothing appears despite how hard you try,
Imparting a feeling you've lost your knack.
The sacred space once filled with zest,
Now dim, dusty and barely lit.
Cobb webs gather around the chest,
Once filled with treasures from grit.
These fields you once ran with grace,
Now overgrown and no path in sight.
The shrubs...
Sunday 9th July 2023 2:52 am
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