Posts Tagged "Soul Poet"

And she brought me Snowdrops

And she brought me Snowdrops

And she brought me Snowdrops… Sharp strands slicing, Stinging swallows: Tiny throat cut, No mercy. Crisp cold whiteness Thin flat sheets Hard steel Metal, framed. Voice silenced; No sound emits. No signal – No response. The vast space Echoes briskly Attendants bustle No relief. Trickle of tears, Lonely tracks Tracing patterns, Still, alone. Plucked from home, Separated, Before three...

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London Snow

London Snow

Inspired by the blanket of snow covering London today (and most of the UK and Europe), the silence was what impressed on me most as I opened the door to my garden early this morning, and enjoyed the cold, crisp air and the whiteness.  It is magical, transformed into a slightly eerie, subdued space. This poem  is what emerged. London Snow Silence is not glistening gold, Nor even densely...

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Amber – Kindling the Spirit of Autumn

Amber – Kindling the Spirit of Autumn

‘Amber‘ is a poem written to capture the mellow sensual feel of autumn which I love, as the days grow shorter and the air becomes crisper, the leaves start to burnish and there is that distinct shift from summer’s lush green to orange and gold, deep red, amber and bronze. I am often inspired by a sense of new spirit, new beginnings in autumn, just as much as in...

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Poetry

Poetry

Poetry is a means of expressing our inner thoughts and feelings, our inspirations, insights and intimate experiences. Life is poetry – and poetry occurs all around us, in us and through us all the time. Poetry can be harsh and demanding, soft, yielding, delicate and dreamlike – and filled with stark realism. It doesn’t have to rhyme, it doesn’t have to make sense to...

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Poem Catcher

Poem Catcher

Poem Catcher Dreamily, I wrote poems; Exquisitely expressed, In my head In bed This dawning.   Mourning now, The words Dissolved, By light, By consciousness, By mundanity. If Dream-catchers Take hold of Night-time forms, Will a well-versed Poem-catcher ensnare Emergent thoughts? Landing those Un-harboured lines, With finely meshed Nets, golden havens For the precious Butterflies of the...

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