Author Archives: Samantha Beardon

I have always been a people person interested in others and what makes us tick. Over the years for my work I have read about and studied psychology. I have had the urge to write that book but never quite found the time. Then I started playing internet word games and chatting to others which opened up a whole new world. I was amazed at some of the stories and some of the odd ball experiences I encountered first hand. This sparked the idea for the novel Converging Lives. I also discovered poetry last year and find that poems just fall out of my head,although I am at this moment in time addicted to rhyme! I also love to read, travel and silk paint.

Climbing

I read of adventures enacted by somethey climb    treacherous mountains such ideas     leave me numb                 they   free style    across high barren cliffs       bungee jump over an abyss I freak at the thought ofthe mind blowing    effort    danger          despair                a half inch from death yet life is a mountain with nail biting climbs SamanthaContinue reading “Climbing”

new daybegins and endsin darkness Samantha Beardon

Memory Book

For the bemused and bewildered, a memory book Sets out main events, to reminisce and look I am bemused and bewildered, by your behaviour Trying to understand it, taste the flavour The trouble is, that memories vary My grasp on events, is contrary Are the vignettes of life, just pantomimes Was it smoke and mirrors,Continue reading “Memory Book”

See Yourself Series

Is your partner failing to meet your needs, not making you happy, are you drifting apart? Are new relationships failing? Maybe some of the cause of your problems is the amount of emotional baggage you are carrying that is impacting on your behaviour and your expectations. How much emotional baggage are you carrying ? IsContinue reading “See Yourself Series”

Feeling the sound

how night changeswith the saxophone’s weepas notes untangle themselvesfloating in the air like dandelion seedsthen become charged with bellicose beauty as they meld with the chasing archipelagosfrom the keyboard player’s nimble fingerslike twirling ribbons arching through the airthe atmosphere charged with emotionas the saxaphone weeps. Samantha Beardon