It’s time for the Purple Loosestrife to make its grand entrance now. The flower spikes were beginning to appear a couple of weeks back: There seems to be lots of flower spikes. As well as the main ones, there are others branching off beneath too. I got my first photos of the flowers this weekend.…… Continue reading Purple Loosestrife
Tag: words
Calm Seas
calm seas my words are not lost but sunk (not in a bad way) deep in calm waters far from churning waves and strong currents they rest on the sand dappled with light from gentle ripples they wait and if the storm comes if the sea gets rough they’ll rise in the swell be there…… Continue reading Calm Seas
lost words
lost words search of futility lost words stay lost oh to pour out my soul but wordless I wait abandon a hopeless task seek instead sleep
whispers
whispers of words in my mind even through the rushing of days beneath the noise murmurs of phrases softly swirl and poems try to write themselves
normalness
wanting to write is not the same as actually writing and the longing to fill the empty page does not fill it my mind remains obstinately blank all I have is… how about a nice cup of tea or maybe a few and when can we watch doctor who and how I’d like to snuggle…… Continue reading normalness
paper chains
I have no great supply of metaphors no lustrous words all polished and held ready I merely need desire, require to string my thoughts in paper chains and strew them here when nothing else will do
lost for words
through haze of tired eyes and mind a glimpse a word a phrase just tipping on my tongue then lost to weary sigh and closing eye as busy thoughts and worries seep and all my words are filled with sleep
graffiti
the words are not gone I was looking in the wrong place they are written in delicious meals in bins lined up outside in pet-care, child-care loving, kind-care for me, for us our home our time our space in every action you graffiti words of love all over every wall I do not need love…… Continue reading graffiti
distant words
distant words land softly on my heart from another time before and a yearning becomes a burning need for words to come again but this is just extravagance for I have all in the now
wordless
come words help me escape from this paralysis spill from my fingers in cascades of staccato keyboard taps from heart to blinking cursor flow forth in rivulets of feeling pooling on this screen and trickling down the web and let me breathe
