You tried your very best, but Somehow it was not enough In those minutes, those hours When you had your chance to shine, It falls apart, it comes to pieces And dreams now hang, on the line. All that time spent chasing stars, Eyes set on the future you Abandoned the present and Now,Continue reading “Fallen”
In this anxious place This hopeless space The mind spirals away Trapped in thought Bars caging her heart She’s unable to start Inner voices pursuing Until she’s caught The shadows whirl Too strong for a girl To resist the touch Of her mocking plight And in silence she sits Her eyes desperateContinue reading “Anxiety”
As dew drops sparkle On grass so green And sunlight filters Through youthful trees You’ll spot her whirling An ethereal mist Her presence splintered into A thousand golden rays Music is playing But it’s not to be heard A silent song rising From slender lithe limbs And her heart lies open ExposedContinue reading “The Dancer”
Words, rippling forth, from unknown edges of the innermost, mysterious mind. Rushing onward, as they grow in strength, they whisper and sigh, tantalisingly. Murmuring, they seek attention like a lover’s demand, gentle yet compelling. And stronger still, they take shape, take a beautiful form in this tangible world. Words, holding herContinue reading “The Poet”
The fourth and final instalment of the short story. * * * Never have I worked so hard on a painting. Never. This had to be perfect because Lorenzo was perfect, and to picture him anything but was a travesty and a sin. I ordered new brushes, tiny ones made from a few threads ofContinue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 4”
Can you please just go away It’s clear I’m in a mood I don’t want you here right now Just leave, and let me brood When storm clouds roll in You don’t stand there in the rain As you leave then, for dryer turf Please go: it’s not your pain Leave and letContinue reading “Privacy”
Then came violent winds, tearing away the delicate petals of innocent roses, precious limbs torn from their body. You stare speechless at the sight that remains, at the thorny echo of beauty, hollow shell of ravished time. Nothing but a prickly stem is left to tell, a forgotten story of hopeless love, abandonedContinue reading “Winter Roses”
The third instalment of the short story. * * * I wake up, aching all over. I am naked in bed, the covers pulled up around my thinning body. I see that he is at the window, and when he realises I am conscious, he strides over and strikes me again on my face.Continue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 3”
In the light of shady day…
Tell me where does the moon go,
Why does she sometimes hide her face?
Silver beauty, heart’s delight,
Hiding in shadows, oft she’s missed.