My Mind

my mind
  is a

full of
      against eachother

bumping around
  like bumper cars
    moving in
unexpected              directions

first I think of you
  then I think of him
    then I think of things
      like cups of tea and
        perhaps I should
          empty the bin

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


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


Ants in my pants
Is that where “antsy” comes from?
Expendable energy
Sizzling inside
With nowhere to go
Fizzing over

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


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