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Monday, 30 November 2020

A drifting Pen


A pen glided over the surface this day,
Leaving a message as it went,
Of what was is no longer,
It can never been the same again,
Washed away as the water of life flowed,
Erasing her presence over time,
To leave an empty place,
In my eyes where the rivers still flow,



Friday, 27 November 2020

Window

Sat looking out of a window,
The pane is clear,
As rain streams down the glass,
Following tear stained scars,
Sad songs playing on the jukebox,
Memories of the past,
Sipping the coffee from a lipstick stained mug,
That was her yesterday,
For a rainbow came to end the storm,
The sun then came her way.....


Thursday, 26 November 2020

Self Love Transient


Staying within a circle of happiness,
Caring for ones needs,
Not sacrificing your wellbeing,
Deserving the best not settling for less,
Not comparing with others out there,
In a transient time of being alone,
On a journey of personal growth on this path called life,
Having trust in yourself and letting go of those who tarnish your soul,
Actors on a stage playing your part,
As the drama unfolds,



Wednesday, 25 November 2020

Bulldog


With a bulldog attitude to find the courage to stand your ground,
Learning to be brave when others fade all around,
To have a mindset to be responsible for oneself,
Maybe a little stubborn when things get tough,
Sweet and gentle when you need to be,
Strong in character never giving up, 
A bulldog you must be,

Tuesday, 24 November 2020

Butterfly Effect


A day of chaos all about,
That little change could help sort it out,
May have an impact in time to come,
This is a theory spoken about,
A butterfly's flaps it's wings causing a reaction with the wind,
In time to come who can tell what that outcome will be....
 

Monday, 23 November 2020

Night Owl


I hear you screeching in the middle of the night,
Your in my dreams,
They are my dreams,
Lit by a lunar light,
What does it me,
Descending from a high,
Bearing down on me,
Talons poised to entrap me,
Beating wings stir me from my sleep,
Now I am free,
Sanctuary.....

Sunday, 22 November 2020

Ream of Paper

Ream of paper,
To write ones dream's.
Manifested in this way,
In the early hours of the day,
In the am's,
Now you cannot sleep,
The mind is active,
Waiting for the dawn to break,
To capture the vision on your mind,
What does it mean,
Is it fate,
To dream this way....

Dawn To Dusk

Paths don't cross in physical time, That journey between Dawn to Dusk, Walking through the days, Alone, A foot step at a time, Distance,...