Delicate Flower

delicateflower
Delicate, white flower.
Untouched by fear.

Lost in paradise.
The sky is clear.

Floating on the
surface of blue.

Delicate flower
absorbs the view.

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Rain is declining
from misty grey.

Darkness steals
the light of day.

Delicate flower
trapped in storm.

The tide is turning
changing form.

White fades,
no longer pure.

Delicate flower
has to endure.

Fear, loss
tears and pain.

Delicate flower
soaked by rain.

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Limp, lifeless
almost dead.

Delicate flower
lifts its head.

Peeping through
the clouded grey.

Is a small beam
of light to guide the way.

Writing Manifesto

writers-block
Staring at the white, hoping for
words. Hoping for salvation.
Wanting to give up. Breathe in
and out and close your eyes – relax.

Stand up and go for a walk, let
the blood flow around your body,
let it feed your mind. Let time
give you the power, let time
give you strength.

Remember that every thought
is important. Just write anything.

Sit back down with freshly peeled eyes.
You can do it. A few words, a phrase,
a fragment of a poem or a
stream of consciousness.

Remember that writing is a muscle.
It needs to be exercised daily.
Overusing the muscle can cause
injury. Not using the muscle
enough  can cause a build up
of negative energy of
‘I can’t do this.’

You can. You can do this.
Just write. Write anything.

Think of your words as reps, your
paragraphs as sets, your pages as
daily workouts. Writing is good
for your health.

 Think of your laptop as
the key to your imagination.
Explore the web for inspiration
but warning: this may cause
procrastination. You might
take a step backwards.

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz these
letters are your best friends, use them.
In any form that you like. You are in
control. Let your subconscious mind
open up to the possibilities of a blank page.

When you see the black and white bouncing
off the page – you will feel childlike once more.
Creating places, spaces – whatever your heart
desires. Just write. Don’t even think about it.

Mark Twain once said, Show, don’t tell.
But it is okay to tell all in a first draft.
This brings hope to the senseless mind.
This creates a story before your eyes.

Go back now and cut words, remember
that words don’t bleed. Words don’t have
feelings – so no attachments. Just cut.

Feel proud. Don’t discourage yourself.
Just re-write.. re-write and re-write
some more. Until the words bond with
the image of your imagination.

Atoms Of Light

eiffeltower

Alive with existence.
I can feel the wind on my face.
The atmosphere carries love – like a bird in flight.
Monumental buildings scattered,
tourists alert. Camera’s ready.

The sky, welcoming the darkness.

The tower packed.
Excitement builds up in my stomach – pit.
Eyes absorb the beauty.
Atoms of light emerge.

Like a giant, I peer over the cast of lights.

Sickly taste on my tongue,
heights never usually faze me.

High. Look. Down. Below.
Long way down…

Time in heaven, comes to an end.

Return to, ground.
Feet, safe and happy.

Enough excitement for one day.

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

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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.