When we are young, the transition from a crawling baby to a scampering child does not come without disaster. There is a certain inevitability about the fact we shall and do fall many times. And, that after it being witnessed by our parents once or twice, it will no longer hold the same fear. There […]
In The Light of Thieves An unmistakable presence in the room, lingering without revealing, observing through unopened eyes, the ghost of the season watches all. He sways in a draught like a reed by a river as fluid as the moonrise and gentle as a warm summer night; but it is not summer, not now. […]
Lessons learned in dust and dirt A life of waste cannot convert Yet, whilst the heart that beats till death And mind abused has sense still left Then abandoned dreams is not a choice For deep inside, I still have voice To right the wrongs of yesteryear And never give up, or in to fear
There you were A weed amongst The greenery, A survivor, A touch of purple On an ordinary day. You and your lady Striving to live, Nestled in obscurity, Innocuous, yet perfect. Living lives As a touch of purple, Don’t we all?
insecurity hits us in hurricane eye where inanimate items learn how ’tis to fly be strong in the storm for you