Poetry

Like most poets, I have always had a love of words and written poetry since childhood. Writing is a form of self expression, a declaration of deep heart-felt joy, pain and even healing as the process of writing is cathartic. Poetry is as personal to the poet as it is to the person reading the poem, so interpret the words and meaning behind them as you will, for if a particular poem speaks to you in a certain way and touches your soul, I will consider it to have been a success.

May 29, 2020

Neatly Folded

Neatly Folded

The suitcase is ready the clothes neatly folded so that everything fits in and I should be going but instead I am sitting here, on this empty bench with you, reading letters from

May 27, 2020

tsiology

tsiology

you are never as alone as you may feel when fear and fatigue grips your heart remember this: take a deep breath make yourself a cup of tea do not worry I will

May 20, 2020

A Family of Bees

A Family of Bees

I just found out that today is International Bee Day! In honour of these beautiful, very necessary creatures that so often inspire my writing, I am posting this poem. A family of beesSometimes

May 11, 2020

Desire

Desire

the begging bowl remains empty although it has been constantly filled don’t you know desire makes beggars of us all put down the yearning you carry and go in pursuit of joy

May 7, 2020

Message From a Crow

Message From a Crow

I came upon him one late afternoon under a dark grey and bilious sky I had carried my heavy heart with me swaddled like a new born baby weak and vulnerable, noisy and

Apr 29, 2020

Touched by...

Touched by...

“Touched by some indefinite romance, cool and deep” Today upon a walk to Little Venice I encountered the previous home of Alexander Herzen, marked by a blue plaque on a stately building. Not

Apr 28, 2020

Nothing is Written

Nothing is Written

The Turk said ‘geography is destiny’ and even though I believe those words and in a God who has the final say, perhaps by moving here through a harrowing journey of a thousand

Apr 24, 2020

Friday Afternoon

Friday Afternoon

I sit cross-legged on the couch cradling a cup of tea as the sunlight lies stretched across the living room floor The world spins on its own course Nothing is certain now all

Apr 24, 2020

Observing the Scenery

Observing the Scenery

My recent post about observing our surroundings, got me thinking about this poem, so I will share it here. It is quite old but was written when I lived in a small town

Apr 10, 2020

Dum Spiro Spero

Dum Spiro Spero

I draw the curtains on a different world the one I once knew is lost The light is soft There is a strange, quiet that pervades the city and all over the world

Apr 7, 2020

Consolation

Consolation

We can no sooner control our fate than we can the elements the currency of our free will has been spent and we are left alone with our desperate longing. A dark night