Hold the joy of the moment Keep it safe within Whatever happens tomorrow Don’t let the demons in When things pan out in abundance Remember, that moment of bliss It’s yours to keep, to treasure, to learn Like when, you stepped off the cliff If your dreams don’t pan out and things go askew Regroup,… Continue reading Live tomorrow with pride
Category: change
Flash fiction. Transformation
It is time. Time for my next transformation. I am prepared, well as much as I can be. I sit in the coolness of the temple my metal casing cooled by the shaded darkness. The creeping insidious flashes of pain in my head are growing stronger. My mind is pierced by a raging heat, I… Continue reading Flash fiction. Transformation
Leave my heart behind
Now we have started This sweet seductive game I think the rules we somehow, need to exclaim If we just, play it by ear We will be hurt I fear Not to think, of ground rules Is the fools path to hell I need to feel the power of your body I want to explore… Continue reading Leave my heart behind
Uniqueness
What is it, about our uniqueness, Should it exist? Is it seen as a weakness, To be burnt away, like mist, Our spark and our idiosyncrasies, Does society want us to conform, Join the herd, act in ways that please, Step in line, stay within the norm, What is it about, your uniqueness, That I… Continue reading Uniqueness
Trust
What we need is the fluidity of trust Not reinforced concrete, with bars that rust Trust, that our partner will do the right thing Not constrained, by our moral compass, expectations, with a sting Love is being given , the space to grow Support and caring , no rigidity, no under tow There is hurt… Continue reading Trust
Rose coloured glasses
I got carried away by our interaction, Thought it was a source of mutual attraction, I got carried away by your seeming caring, Those whispered words and the texts endearing, I imagined ,we shared something special at times, I am sure we did, fleetingly, or maybe I am blind, I knew you had others, Then… Continue reading Rose coloured glasses
Events from the past
Frozen in time, behind windows of glass, In the museum of the mind Events from the past, in crystal clear clarity The memories are stored, allowing recall first class. But how clean are those windows? From the thoughts we revive, When we dredge deep in the recesses, for treasures or lines, Have some of the… Continue reading Events from the past
Flying…cutting edge design
Cutting edge design? If so it’s a crime I get, the need to streamline To make everything compact To reduce weight, that’s a fact I understand that, first class gets the whizz The smaller the space, the more the design should fizz So why,in lower classes, on planes Do I feel a maniac holds… Continue reading Flying…cutting edge design
Funchal
Sunshine on the hillside glinting houses white Bouganvillia near the dock glowing ever bright Cable cars into the sky an orderly procession Giving stunning views,though safety an obsession Tobogans flying down the hills, tourists terrify Flowers in the market, our senses electrify Maderia wine on offer, plucked from the vine So many types to try,… Continue reading Funchal
Mystic schemes
Mystic schemes Precious dreams You are there Buyer beware Syntillating thoughts But a row of noughts Wishful thinking Hopes long sinking You are chasing the new Leaving me to rue Mystic schemes Precious dreams Maybe really nightmare screams Smash them all to smithereens Find a way to recreate Precious dreams not parlous state.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 