Hope arrives quietly When I unclench my hands A small warmth In the space Where I finally Let something fall. It teaches me That lightness Is also a kind Of strength. This is part of a series of micro poems from my upcoming book Four Arcs of Belonging
Category: Poetry
TRIPTYCH of becoming
TRIPTYCH: Belief, Mind, Becoming I. Bloom of Beliefs (Earth — seeds, roots, growth) Beliefs bloom from scattered seeds sown in whatever soil we carry. Some lie dormant for years, waiting for a shift in weather. Some sprout clean and green. Others twist into strange shapes, half shadow, half truth. Flowers, herbs, weeds all of them… Continue reading TRIPTYCH of becoming
Poems from my pending book – Four Arcs of Belonging.
Four Arcs of Belonging Hope Series of Micro Poetry In the hush Before morning, I hear it— A small hum Threading the silence.Hope speaks In the language of almost, Of maybe, Of not‑yet.I rise Because it whispers. ****I thought hope Was a lantern— Something I carried.But it grew Like a pulse Beneath my ribs, A… Continue reading Poems from my pending book – Four Arcs of Belonging.
Siora Spirit Guide
*Siora, shadow‑light of the first map, breath that stirs the compass awake you draw the roads I have yet to name. Where your warmth gathers, the journey begins.* Threshold poem for my new book of prose poetry and short form poetry. Four Arcs of Belonging.
Snippet about Four Arcs of Belonging
Here is the summary of my latest book. It is in final editing. Four Arcs of Belonging is a journey through the shifting chambers of memory, identity, and becoming. Moving between the intimate and the mythic, these poems trace the quiet tremors that shape a life — the beliefs we inherit, the stories we shed,… Continue reading Snippet about Four Arcs of Belonging
Potential
Potential Bring us words — witty, wise or wistful written with all of their potential.Make sense of life’s distorted mirror, unlock our deepest emotional stirrings. Write with all of your potential.Share your words wrapped in plastic, paper or silk. Extract understanding, pain, happiness. Touch the deepest pit, the wildest joy. Help us distil each drop… Continue reading Potential
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. Mary
Tocsin
There is a persistant plip plopscritch scratch scratch scritchstaccato beats like the tappingof alien fingers on the window. I pause and shiver shoulders tenseIt must be the amplified sound of rainand leaves yet there is a discordancein the air like the distant call of the tocsin. I shrug and turn on Rusalka and sit feet… Continue reading Tocsin
What do you sense?
does it taste likesmooth mellow chocolatesweet, smooth and meltingleaving contentmentor is it sharp lemon tartor nutty toasted almondsto savour and linger over does it taste likepepper, mustard and vinegarharsh on throats hurting stomachsor the cumulative effect ofchilli spice – the cumulative heatthat travels across skin makingperspiration shine andnerves tingle?does it sound likea celestial choir,Dr Hook… Continue reading What do you sense?
Poetic Devices
Literary devices/Poetic devices/Figurative Language Common literary devices, such as metaphors and similes, are the building blocks of literature, and what make literature so enchanting. Language evolves through the literary devices in poetry and prose; the different types of figurative language make literature spark in different ways. Yet these devices are techniques we use in our… Continue reading Poetic Devices
