Silence on my page like the long shadow of a bare tree
peels, dark green, wet, slimy curled around the fingers wrapping like snakes drawing gasps of pain What are small stones? A small stone is a short piece of writing (any style) that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment for you. The process of discovering small stones is as significant as the finished creation. Searching for small… Continue reading Small Stones (2)-Pain
Those tiny flowers peeping through the wooden slats of the gate remind me of ragworts and Anne Stevenson’s beautiful poem…
They won’t let railways alone, those yellow flowers.
They are that remorseless joy of deteliction
darkest banks exhale like vivid breath
as bricks divide to let them root between.
How every falling place concots their smile,
taking what’s left and making a song of it.
Anne Stevenson (b. 1933)
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The guilt that haunted me is still there. For years, it would not let me sleep I would dream of them in all situations and places I would see the sneers or the undeserved generosity I could feel the missed opportunities To a better worldview, giving back, being supportive, showing grace or caring enough Giving,… Continue reading Guilt
They won’t let railways alone, those yellow flowers. They’re that remorseless joy of dereliction darkest banks exhale like vivid breath as bricks divide to let them root between. How every falling place convoys their smile, taking what’s left and making a song of it. Anne Stevenson (b. 1933)
Uncertainty is potential waiting to be tapped, it is the crossroad at which we stand, trying to decide which way we are to go. No matter what we decide, the path treaded often, or the path less chosen. We move from the status quo, from contentment, from stagnation, to choose our destiny.
I don’t understand love It is highly regarded Yet has been vilified Love really frees the soul But why are lovers persecuted? Love should transcend all Age, background, intellect and gender? Love is peace and pleasure But lovers are in shackles Would I ever understand love? I have been nominated by Umber to share my… Continue reading Love