Snail Dreams

IMG_0690the snail
dreams grand dreams
of reaching distant lands
and discovering great treasures
but the greatest treasure
is just in front of her
a clear shining crystal
of pure love
if only she could
see it

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Imposter

IMG_0690Sometimes I feel
Like an arty farty fraud
Looking wonderingly at
The shapes of leaves
The way the light hits
The arch of a stem
The emotions evoked by a flower
The thrill of contrast of bee against pink petals
All with this new photographer’s eye
I don’t even know the right words for
Art & culture yet I am
Composing poetry as I walk
I’m an imposter in this world
Of photographs and poetry
Yet it was aways there inside
Smothered under a pillow of practicality
but now I am finding myself
I am blossoming out
And I like who I am

Antsy

Antsy
Fidgety
Ants in my pants
Is that where “antsy” comes from?
Dissatisfied
Expendable energy
Sizzling inside
With nowhere to go
Fizzing over
Frustrated
Not
Very
Ladylike

Waste of a Day

A doomy gloomy kind of day
An “I can’t be bothered” morning
Followed by a “what’s the point” afternoon
A day where children are more work than pleasure
Weather is more rain than shine
Time is wasted and squandered
And nothing is achieved
A day that makes you wonder why you got out of bed at all

A Moment (to remember when times are bad)

Standing tall
Feeling happy
I am a good person
I am worthy of love
I am beautiful in my own way

Singing loudly
Sun shining
Wind in my hair

Not caring what I look like
Not caring what anyone thinks
In this moment

There is life flowing through my veins
And the future is not yet written

Cobwebs

Reluctant to sweep them away
The cobwebs build in corners
What if there’s a spider there
Holding her breath
Waiting to feel a vibration
Back along the threads
Even though she knows
He’s far away down many
Interconnecting lines of silk

I’ll let them stay
Encouraging the spider romance
Hoping they haven’t lost their appetite
For the damn flies

But if they get together
And have lots of spider babies
I might freak out
And suck them all up
Down the vacuum cleaner pipe

Simple Pleasures

Warmed by sunshine and smiles
Soothed by wanders and exploration
Cheered by laughter and music
Simple pleasures
Reminders
That life goes on
And I will be ok

A New Day

After the night
Comes the morning
After the darkness
Comes the light

It may be a bit of a grey morning
It may be a bit of a weakly shining light
But it’s there

Climbing out of the deep awful hole
Peeking my head out into the day
Breathing in the fresh air
Without the darkness crushing my chest

Edge of the World

Slipping
Sliding
Falling
Nothing to hold on to
No-one there to catch me
I can’t stop it now
Soon I will fall off the edge of the world
There’s nothing left