Little Monkey, Blue
Little monkey Living in a cage.. of ribs It’s a shadowy little thing Blue from screaming.. Its body a mere outline, with scratches of ink It lives there Its arms …
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“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
It’s All Here Now
Check to see if you’re breathing No, really. Just check Ah, you see, sometimes I realize I’m holding my breath What for? I wonder… I guess, the same reason that …
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Selection From Creative Spring Challenge (7-14 March)
I have continued with the Creative Spring Challenge from Creativity Coach Sam Allen. Here are some of my outputs over the last week: Prompt: Flags (7 March) The question I …
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This weekend I had the pleasure of meeting Creativity Coach Sam Allen. She’s colorful, dynamic and you guessed it- super creative 🙂 She’s running a creativity challenge in March over …
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I am.. a Metaphor
I have always written poetry. I have seldom ‘spoken’ my poetry. I have definitely never created a poem while speaking. Before this weekend 🙂 It came up during an interaction …
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Yellow Days
The sun’s been raining relentless rays of yellow I’ve been wondering if yellow is the colour of time passing by Like yellowing pages of books Yellowing teeth and nails Greens …
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I am
Think for a moment About labels Say, the label on a bottle of wine It tries to explain the wine By where it comes from The year it was made …
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Jumping Out of My Skin
I see this little girl from the window Wild arms in the air, And wild hair She jumps On the trampoline She jumps In somersaults She jumps The skipping rope And …
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Another Year..
“Another year..” End of another year How is it that one knows The end of something Or its beginning? My sense is that both happen Surreptitiously Like someone creeping into …
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A Bolling Wall of Rool
A ball of wool Sitting atop a hill What must it do..? Try to float up into the sky? Twist itself into something useful Like a scarf? Or look below …
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Dance with me..
The music changed Ever so subtly From a bubbly champagne To a deep red wine The mood… imperceptibly infused with crimson The dance floor full of lovers’ feet magnetically pulled …
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Birds
Do you see the bird, my darling? The one on an upward glide All looking ahead, and fast as an arrow A fluttering heart, and wings beside
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Finding a Happy Poet..
I so wanted to find a happy poet Not happy as in an optim-ist Or a pacif-ist But happy as in a ‘so here we are’- ist ‘What have we …
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Little Things: Watercolour
Little things with big eyes Big hearts Full of little things ..innocence, warmth Hope, hop, spring Warmth of the sun Warmth of a hearth Warmth of new leaves Warmth of …
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On Showing Up
Showing up says That I can move beyond My like and dislike my fear or distrust
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Starburst
Sometimes, the end of a year can be Like the middle of a sentence
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Drowning
Is it better to drown, not knowing that you are drowning? Or better to drown, knowing full well your fate? Why does there have to be drowning at all, you …
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To be an Artist
What does it mean to be an artist? Neither does a painting nor a poem nor a dance make you an artist Nor does an absence of any prove that …
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Connected
‘We are all connected’ This has come to mean completely different things In the last fifty years, or wait, not even Maybe twenty, or ten Difficult to say The sense …
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Train
Ever experienced that? Trying to talk to a friend As a train is rushing by so fast That it is a blur And its din drowns out everything That you …
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Voice & Silence
Is it worse To lose your voice Or to lose your silence I wonder as I scramble to hear either Amid the din of cross currents of gibberish Mingling into a …
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The lived and unlived
When you carry the weight of enough lived lives Outweighed only by the weight of enough unlived ones When you are inhaling deeply, hoping to catch some of the latter …
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Magic
“Are you made of the stars?” he asked She looked down and laughed, at the moonrays twinkling on her satin night-dress
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That night..
The sun had set already When I heard the hooves on stone I saw them coming up our little fortress With an expression that would chill one’s bones
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