Words can hurt, words can heal,
they dictate the way we feel.
Pick us up, spin us around,
make us soar, or crash to the ground.
Take a heart, shred it in two
break a spirit, cleave it through.
Build you up, then knock you down,
turn your smile the wrong way round.
Words of love, or words of hate,
qualify our emotional state.
If you can't say nice things at all,
'tis best to let the silence fall.
Saturday 21 July 2018
Sunday 4 September 2016
And ... He's Off!
The MS for The Abernathy Cat came back from the editor with just a few minor corrections required. Those bloomin' plural possessive apostrpohes get me every time!
Thursday 1 September 2016
One step closer ... finally!
With Maureen's editing skills and illustrations from the talented Marie Fullerton, there's a good chance that this project will see the light of day before Lara's too old to enjoy it.
Saturday 31 October 2015
Samhain Blessings
To celebrate Samhain, here is a wee offering, written a few years ago.
All Hallow's Morn
They gather round the cemetry,
that Gothic bone reposit'ry,
where moon's soft cast and silver'd hue
doth fade 'neath monolithic Yew.
All Hallow's Morn
They gather round the cemetry,
that Gothic bone reposit'ry,
where moon's soft cast and silver'd hue
doth fade 'neath monolithic Yew.
Thursday 9 April 2015
She Shows No Remorse - Personification in ABC form.
Dementia creeps slowly ... at first, so it seems.
Eroding the memories, like they've never been.
Faculties flounder; communication is flawed
Generations of family, are often ignored.
Insidious in onset, She shows no remorse.
Dementia creeps slowly ... She shows no remorse
Evading detection, She gives no recourse
For the frightened and lonely, forgetful, forlorn,
Grasping and searching, an older 'new born',
Desperately clinging, to their perception of 'Norm'.
Eroding the memories, like they've never been.
Faculties flounder; communication is flawed
Generations of family, are often ignored.
Insidious in onset, She shows no remorse.
Dementia creeps slowly ... She shows no remorse
Evading detection, She gives no recourse
For the frightened and lonely, forgetful, forlorn,
Grasping and searching, an older 'new born',
Desperately clinging, to their perception of 'Norm'.
Friday 9 August 2013
Behind those eyes...
What complex thoughts
such tender orbs
express,
such tender orbs
express,
with innocence of age,
a child so blessed.
Fragility of frame,
adorned in God's
caress,
yet...
holds the worries of the world
suppressed.
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Friday 12 July 2013
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