Turbulent sea of Life

​​​Bobbing on my raft, in the turbulent sea of life

Skimming through the vortices, paddling through the strife

Bouyed with life’s small joys, to keep me afloat

In the shelter from the storm, I weave  threads of happiness to rope

 To hold me safe, when my raft rocks and to give  a glimmer of hope

I have my trusty keep net to catch life’s offerings

It holds all that is precious, discards the stones and stings

Bobbing on my raft through the turbulent sea of life

Finding happiness in the smallest things is a way to survive

Teddy Bear

Teddybear is sitting in the chair
Wondering what clothes to wear
Will it be an important day
Will she listen to a word I say
I have so much wisdom in my head
Time she was up and out of the bed

I share her secrets large and small
Cuddle and kiss her when shes had a fall
I need my breakfast same as you
Sausage and egg maybe toast too
I have to nag her to tidy the room
A bear wasnt made to wield a broom

I have to love her when shes down
Make her smile when she has a frown
I like to travel adventure and play
Hope we are off on a journey today
I secretly organise her life
Being in charge is kind of nice

I sit and smile and just pretend
To be a toy…when at the end
I am the one who keeps her sane
But never has to take the blame
Teddybear is sitting in the chair
Wondering what clothes to wear
Originally published in Caught in Passion

Fantasy and Reality…inspired by Converging Lives the novel

​Fantasy and reality side by side grow

Boundaries blur where is the plateau?

The starkness of words translated into pictures

The holes in the substance, filled in, no glitches

Subconscious embellishment start a rosie glow

Bad habits never seen, don’t spoil the show

Endearments uttered are stored in memories box

They are intense and become important, the paradox

She needs emotions stirred, to feel a connection

His drivers different, maybe need inspection

Married to other’s, they met playing a game

Chatting and sharing life in a cyber domain

Shes desperate for love, her happiness compromised 

She grabs  affection and excitement, it makes her blind

He is looking for  flirtation moving through lusts revolving door

He enjoys the immediate journey, never requiring more

Intimacy inevitably grows with the sharing

 Could be great, if in perspective pairing

She loves that he calls her by that special name

Unaware he calls, all girls the same

He is wrapped up and interested, its no ploy

But soon he will be bored and move on, to another female toy

Her one in a million man will gradually extract

Leaving her devastated  another set back

Fantasy and reality side by side grow

Boundaries blur where is the plateau?

Vulnerability 

​You have inherent style and grace

A beautiful smile that can light up your face

However insecurity plagues you 

Plays on your self esteem

Woman is the giver of life, carries new life’s stream

Society’s expectations weigh heavily on your shoulders

Making you fearful to grow outside of these controllers

Past experience saps your will

Being a woman seems a bitter pill

Being a woman shouldn’t make you vulnerable

You should be able to live in your skin, feeling comfortable

Find your centre, review your assets 

Discover self love in all its facets

You deserve the best this world has to offer

Writing urges

​Feeling the surges of urges untamed

Thinking the thoughts a little deranged

Warm waves of pleasure wash over my soul

Wanting to surrender and lose control

Allowing the feelings to take over me

Ideas to flow, concepts to be free

Bottling the surges of urges untamed

Shaking them up, till they pop unrestrained

Unleashing ideas onto the page

Polishing and honing becomes a rampage

Allowing the feelings to take over me

New writing born for this moment free

Storm

​Cymbals crashing in the sky

Staccato rain blowing by

Grey and dark 

The heavens split

Zig zag flashes

Dash and flit
Clouds are roiling, feeling menacing 

Sky a muddied yellow, feels threatening

Awesome detonations boom through the air

Count the seconds, till lightenings flare

Hairs on the back of the neck arise

Excitement bubbles no suprise
Storm rampages

Through its stages

Standing in awe 

Should I be frightened of its power

Cymbals crash, lightening forks

Natures force, humans ivory tower.

You

​You make me laugh you make me smile

You ease my troubles for a while

When the world feels gloomy and my skies feel grey

You help brighten the mood add light to my day

I celebrate the essence of you

Creating a different kind of beauty

Having not yet managed to finish one task and start the next I am today painting silk, writing poetry and planning my next moves in the second Converging Lives series.  Smiling happily. Silk painting is such a relaxing thing to do. Its good for the soul because you have to learn to love your mistakes! The colours will have an added vibrancy when set, ironed and washed. 

Life’s cycle

​I sit in the corner and ponder my fate

Events overtook me

They just wouldn’t wait

My life has moved slowly

The seasons have passed

I was never lonely

Midst the flowers and grass

I scattered my seed, in the fullness of time

Then grew infirm, with natures decline

Soon came the winter, that robbed me of life

But destiny  gave me a way, to survive

I sit in the corner and ponder my fate

I ask you to come, see my new shape

Although I am changed, please never fear

You can see my full beauty, its a view very dear

From a tree tall and stately, please regard

A, beautiful chair, has been carved.