The City That Never Sleeps

Overcast sky,
luminous lights.

Kinetic energy,
Silhouette heights.

Livestock rushing,
around in the heat.

Camera’s clicking,
rushing to Wall street.

Broadway symphony,
TV colours explode.

A Yellow blur of taxis,
fight for the road.

Skyscrapers standing,
proud, side by side.

No sense of direction,
only intuition as my guide.

(Part of my poetry portfolio – first draft)

Home

The lagoon of water
shimmers in the moonlight.
The tree
s whisper as they
lean into the well-lit pathway,
that I walk on this Summer’s eve.

On the other side, people sit
and talk under the stars.
Refreshments and entertainment.
The best spot to enjoy the air,
the water, the symphony of crickets.

Resting there is a boat, tired from the
aching journey it endured before night fell.
My feet are aching in the same way,
I am almost at the end of the pathway.

Peace and serenity here differs from
the hustle and bustle in the centre of town.
Cute, familiar houses sitting on the water edge.
Walking down the large, stone steps.
I see my house in the distance.

Looking back at the water,
the trees and the stars.
I am home and nothing
compares to the feeling.

(First draft of a poem for my portfolio)

The Red Sea

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The cold touch of water
spreads between, my toes.
Heated wind tickling my skin.
In awe the horizon gleams with
all of its glory, to fill the sky
with such beauty, such colour,
followed by darkness.

Crimson, Sapphire, Charcoal – Black.
A cycle of endless, change.
The colours blend together like holding hands:

Far beyond my eyes, the water line edge.
Mystery prevails, my thoughts.
Islands scattered far and wide,
places to explore. Culture to devour.
Who else has stood before me?
Watching the sun, dip into the red waters?
To be replaced by a silver disc
of light and possibility?

Golden heat, beneath my feet it burns.
Never will I experience such
tranquillity and aroma.
Even the air smelt
different.

A far cry from the musty aroma of
home.This was exciting.
Warm. Spice.

Closing my eyes,
I remember
every heartbeat,
every sense.

For I will hope to return here,
one day. Another soul, will take
my steps. Watch the same sun.
Swim in the same waters. I have
to return to familiar ground.

Reality

falling

We are learning about different forms in poetry so I thought
I would have a go at it. Hope you like it 🙂

Limitless potential c r a c k i n g under the dark ice.
Reality.

Soaring, en route to the
sea of selection.

Reality.

Determination to

F
A
L
L

with grace. A verdict will
not be chosen. For. Me.

Harsh sphere rotating, rotating.
The clock t i c k i n g.

Waiting, waiting.

A pebble curves – towards the dying

light of
the pale azure sky.

Every so often.

Hope

diminishes

Spirit fading, sombre. Obscure.
Reality.

Clouds p a r t
in my mind.

Reality.

Perplexed by the rain, interrupting the shine.

Face.
Reality.

Unjust and unpredictable.
Reality.

A Sunday Afternoon

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I sit here, enjoying the peaceful tranquillity of the woods. Silence, almost. Only the symphony of bird song is with me here. I feel nature and it’s presence all around me: I feel liberated. I feel free. Lost in the woods with a notebook and pen and I can write about everything I see, hear, touch and feel. I no longer have to hold my breath thinking about the restrictions that are holding me back.

I am opening up to the many possibilities that my mind can create and I let myself relax into the bench I sit upon. I feel inspired. I write this, that I am repeating to you now. Just my every day thoughts. Nothing special, nothing poetic. Just what is happening here and now. I have found that I write the words I want to say better than when I wish to speak them. I don’t know why this is. No one knows I am here, this is my safe haven. Even the animals carry on with their every day adventures and I just watch them with avid curiosity. I love watching the squirrels the most, they roam free, oblivious of my existence. They pounce from branch to branch happily and the birds, well they sing a tune that brightens even my saddest day, like today.

I take everything in, clear my mind. I can hear children laughing, dogs barking and families talking in the distance and I have a sudden image flash to the front of my mind. It would be nice to come back here again someday, in the future. With my children. After being alone with my thoughts for a little while, I feel the need to explore. I start to walk through the golden leaves that lie on the ground, they crunch beneath my feet, I really love that sound. I try and release the toxins from my mind, I try to replace them with happy thoughts, I no longer want negativity to lie on my chest, I no longer want unanswered questions – I just want to feel refreshed. I focus on breathing the oxygen into my lungs, it gives me strength, it gives me fire. And so, I carry on walking.

I’ve needed this. Just me and nature – no distractions. Finally no distractions. I feel that they never help an unsolved mind. They take you away from your true self. I have found that covering up your feelings, will always lead to an unhappy heart in the end. I’m trying to unlock the place in which I store my emotions and deepest fears. I have a feeling of freedom when I am here. I wish I could just release everything I think and feel, right now, into the air that I am breathing. I’m starting to feel better after this thought and I start to feel myself smiling, a real smile.

I observe that the sky is a mixture of blues and greys and there are still no clouds in sight, but the orange is slowly starting to creep in. It’s getting a bit colder now so I start to head back onto the path that takes me home. The sun is low in the sky but it still warms my face with a glow of happiness, I put on my coat and look back and smile. A new place, a new discovery. I now feel a lift off my shoulders. I should really do this again soon. What a wonderful way to spend my Sunday afternoon.

Family Fire

couple arguing

Stuck in the middle,
of the endless lies.

Taking sides and
the secrets arise.

Worrying about
your faded smile.

Wanting to see
you make life
worthwhile.

Afraid of the
future, what it
will be.

Not wanting
unhappiness
or a broken
family.

Be careful
of the choices
that you desire.

Or risk taming
the flames of
a family fire.

Stay Strong

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Masking the desolation
you face every day,
Your happiness eclipsed with
the ease of just a smile.

Strong enough to hold back
your silver tears,
Unfair, the path that
leads you is painted with
black most days.

Light will shine for you
one day, I promise you
this, stay strong. Be faithful.
Stay beautiful, mother.