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Walk in the Wind

I took a moment to


in the


It took hold of my limbs
and danced me to the skies,

An invisible guide

that found its way
inside my mind
and whispered,

“It will be OK”,

Showed me there’s another way,
That there will be another day
beyond this night,
That it’s all right
to sometimes hide away,

To secrete my tears amidst the rain,

To stifle sobs until they fade,

To mask the pain,

Because a walk inside the wind
clears the cobwebs of all sin,
clears out

e    v     e     r     y     t     h     i     n     g

and muffles all their din
so I can let the right ones in,




so I can win.


Photo credit: Radu Voinea


Inspired by the dutch word uitwaaien:


Hush Child

Hush child,
Close your eyes,
Shutter out the world
and let the stillness fill your mind.

Hush child,
Hold my hand,
Feel its warmth and strength
and know the might it can withstand.

Hush child,
Take a breath,
Let it fill your lungs
and feel the lightness lift your chest.

Hush child,
Lean on me,
Let me take your hurt
and be your rock when you’re in need.

Hush child,
It will pass,
Pain is part of life,
But rest assured that it won’t last.


When skies are dull,
I long for relief,
and, lo,
he comes
but welcome.
He is my rainbow.




napowrimo2015Today is the last day of NaPoWriMo. No prompt for me today (but you can find out what it was here). Instead I revamped an old poem (we’re talking 16 years old) that was written for one of my best friends, who despite time and great distance, still holds a piece of my heart. I thought it would be nice to turn it into a calligram. It’s also a nice note on which to end an amazing month. Hope to see you all around duing the rest of the year but if not, may you forever enjoy life’s rainbows 🙂

Until next time….

A Second Chance

I still remember the day we met,
You were this tiny, perfect child,
And though you couldn’t focus yet,
I know you saw I was beguiled.

You quickly learned to hold my hand,
And just as quickly refused to let go,
You held it as you took your first stand,
As you toddled to and fro.

Sometimes you’d fall down with me,
And the tears would surely come,
But that’s why I was there, you see,
To catch each and every one.

I’ve lost track of all the ghosts I’ve fought,
Of the bad dreams that I have soothed,
I do not like to boast of course,
For that would be uncouth.

At every sleepover, every holiday,
Every night in an unknown place,
I could always keep the fear at bay
with just a comforting embrace.

I lost you once, do you recall?
I remember it all too well,
Before I found you I was so distraught,
But I bet you couldn’t tell.

And then, one day, you just lost interest,
Like you no longer liked to play,
I was so overwhelmingly depressed,
But I didn’t like to say.

I wondered though, so hard and long,
What changed – what ever could?
And what it was that I did wrong,
But, of course, it did no good.

So when I saw the cardboard box,
I didn’t bother to protest,
And when the attic hatch was locked,
I kept my agony suppressed.

I don’t know long I lived there,
Weeping softly in the dark,
Not accepting that you no longer cared,
That you no longer had a heart.

By the time I saw the crack of light,
My mind was deeply frayed,
For when I saw your grown-up face,
I thought some trick was being played.

But then a fresh-faced little child
– who looked a lot like you –
appeared beside you; timid, mild,
And that is when I knew
I had a second chance to ward off fear,
To love, to make things better,
To wipe another million tears,
To share my raison d’être.


napowrimo2015Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a persona poem; a poem in the voice of someone else. I chose the voice of an old teddy bear, not unlike the one that I had when I was younger, that my daughter now sleeps with. Hope you enjoy it.

My Mother’s Pearls

What goes up must come down,
If I am lost I can be found,
I must learn to swim or I will drown,
Success proceeds a sweaty brow,
No difference trumps a common ground,
There’s no place like my own home town,
My family are forever proud,
There’s silver lining every cloud,
Tomorrow’s hurt will be less than now,
Sweet tea can upturn any frown,
It’s good to stand out from the crowd,
It’s good to keep feet on the ground,
What goes around will come around,
They’ll treat me just as I allow,
Hate is whispered, love is loud,
Free milk means he won’t buy the cow,
Life is short and death is vowed,
When my number’s up, I can but bow.


napowrimo2015Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge was to write a poem about facts, about things we know. So I chose to write about the things I know thanks to my mother’s (and father’s) pearls of wisdom growing up.


My favourite place to be
is free
of all things sensory,
Where it is, quite simply,
just my mind and me,
Suspended in a reverie,
Where I’m floating on the deep dead sea,
Or drifting aimlessly
down the great Yangtze,
Sculling soundlessly
between existence and something heavenly,
Where I can jettison anxiety,
Clear out every bit of life’s debris,
Shed the front I allow the world to see,
And for an aeon that’s, sadly,
I can just be


napowrimo2015Today’s prompt was to use a writing exercise to help you write about your favourite place, room, person etc… I didn’t use the exercise but I did write about my favourite place: alone… in my mind!

Pip Talk

Why are you trying so hard to fit in
when you were born to stand out?
Why dress up in another fruit’s skin?
You’re an apple; of that there’s no doubt.

Your uniqueness is to be embraced,
Differences make this world grand,
If all fruits had the very same taste,
Life would be terribly bland.

You can make cake and crumble and sauce,
And then there is cider… and pie,
There are smoothies and juices of course,
You can bake, you can stew, you can fry.

It’s great to be so truly appley!
Why on earth would you sell yourself short?
Attempting so gosh-darn unhappily,
To change who you are at your core?

Please let go of all of that worrying,
Do away with all of that doubt,
Don’t try oh so hard to fit in,
When my sweet apple, you were born to stand out!

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a poem for a child. I strayed ever-so-slightly here and made a more light-hearted summary of a serious conversation I had with my 8-year-old son recently. He told me he didn’t want to be black any more; he wanted to be white, like his friends, so he could fit in. This piece is dedicated to him…

…and I’m sure all of us can relate to feeling different at one time or another – for any number of reasons.

“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?”

– Ian Wallace, What a Girl Wants

Dying Light

I’m more tired than I can handle. My
light a dying candle
that flickers as it burns
and as it yearns at
the mercy of both
the very breath that ends
me and Sleep’s oh so dulcet zephyr as it
turns and sways me at its will!
And still I slumber not
and scarce can dream the last
time that I felt like me. That the
darkness was nought but night
That the daylight was just a pure delight. But
– ah –
to be free! That promise (that my
soul holds dear and that my foes
would gladly steal) is elusive and
mischievously unreal. Oh
how it taunts my
thoughts, how it says we’re friends
and then how quickly does that friendship end! It
takes so much more than it gives
as it cradles me so tight, a
helpless, babe in arms, a naïve lovely,
Drowning in the charms of dying light!

This poem was written for NaPoWrMo. The challenge of the day was to ‘write a golden shovel’. If you read the last word in each line of my poem, it will reveal a poem called the First Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay (written in full below).
I had such great fun writing it, hope you enjoy it!

First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!

– Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love Is…

There sits a child
with tears in his eyes,
A bolt through strongest heart
with the sound of weakest cries.
Love is a hug,
That that child gives to you,
Just to make you smile,
Although he himself is blue.

There breaks a dawn,
The brilliance of light
cascading from the heavens
to take away the night.
Love is the first sunbeam,
And the promise of new days
that creeps in through your window,
And watches doting while you wake.

There lies a memory
in the echoes of your mind,
A journey to elation,
To a joyful place in time.
Love is a stimulus
that triggers you to find
that single precious moment
in the echoes of your mind.

There beats a heart
that quickens in its pace,
That flutters in an instant
when closed in sweet embrace.
Love is you,
And the happiness you’ve brought,
And I finally understand it,
This love I’ve ever sought.

Where Are You?

Don’t smile when I am happy
If you cannot cry when I cry too
You were where when I was lonely?
I was comforted by whom?

Don’t take me from imagination
It’s all I have: to dream
The path back to reality
Is floored with flaws supreme

Don’t push me from the edge
Of insanity’s vast wall
For when I hit rock bottom
You’re not there to break my fall

Don’t stir me from my slumber
When I am lost in reverie
For I have died in my consciousness
And all I have is sleep

Don’t ever deride my spirit
When I am knelt in prayer
For when I really need you
Not one of you is there