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Category Archives: poetry
Shard
A piece of the world fell today in the form of an ink-black crow, falling swiftly upon a city grate its voice silenced forever. Other pieces fall in the form of fire supplanting summer’s eternal beauty, fall in the form of … Continue reading
Sensory Perception
No matter where I am, whether on a cold winter walk home, or a sultry stroll in a warmer country than mine, the scent of wood smoke rising up from condo chimneys or from tiny eating places tucked into jungle, stir … Continue reading
Present (Tense)
It’s hard when truth lies beaten and bloody upon the ground, gasping its last breath and words that meant everything, are falling from tainted lips. We are lost, drowning in kaleidoscope worlds of our own making, wanting to breathe in … Continue reading
Fractured
Startling the reverie among newly green trees, dystopian voices undulate over autumn strewn paths, piercing through well tended worlds regardless of collected dreams. These are our brothers and sisters thrown to the wolves of winter, spring but a distant memory … Continue reading
Flashback
An unwanted visit to a forgotten childhood realm overcomes me as I walk upon a muddied path between bird-filled hedgerow and crumbling cement – the quiet softness of winter-dark broken by laboured breath running against time, hopping over fences and cutting … Continue reading
Dissonance
Strung like fast-falling tears among long, lush lashes, are words that we conjure without asking, spinning tales that have no meaning, our moon-cast languages creating inscrutable worlds. Piercing through the static is not for the faint of heart, only those brave … Continue reading
Illuminate
Winter sun sets low these days painting the steel blue water in flames of gold. I see a young woman on my walk sitting at an old wooden desk on the damp sand, writing in a big book as if … Continue reading
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Tagged beauty, December, enlightenment, flame, language, light, magic, mindfulness, nature, sea, sunset, understanding, walking, wonder, world
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Traveller with Limited Vision
She makes her way, unafraid a square white sign taped to her metal walker, trusting that those who head in her direction will honour safe passage. Amid the roar of the rough ocean a flock of geese fly overhead as she … Continue reading
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Tagged Autumn, companion, compassion, courage, dusk, eyes wide open, freedom, humanity, inspiration, life, Lost Lagoon, nature, travel, Vancouver, wildlife
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Signposts
There are paper lanterns strung across the front of an old brick building, their delicate watercolour painted facades hiding moonstruck light, if I hadn’t looked up, I would have missed the mystery floating there. It’s easy to see the variegated … Continue reading