Photo by Alex Azabache on Pexels.com This is a difficult poem to reflect in an image, but I like this one as it looks like the door to a cave, minus the cave. All is being revealed as it were. The second poem in the Caves series, it came through in September 2015, a fewContinueContinue reading “Is”
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The Caves of Ismaron
The key to get our of your house?Photo by Martins Krastins on Pexels.com I can’t actually remember if I’ve ever posted The Caves on this site, it’s been published a few times so it’s hard to recollect where it’s been, but it’s one worth reposting, and in the coming days I will post the twoContinueContinue reading “The Caves of Ismaron”
Who Am I?
Too tempting not to use the book cover to illustrate this poem about the life-long search for self, that is so much fun. Far from age taking things away from you, it gives you so much more. You feel free to be who you are, do as you wish (taking others into consideration of course,ContinueContinue reading “Who Am I?”
The Observer
I watch her She sits in her space Pondering the right way to be As if there is only one right way For all time I feel for her I hear her When she asks for help With things she shouldn’t be allowing Tolerating Listening to Feeling I wish she could hear me I senseContinueContinue reading “The Observer”
I Thought
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I thought that when you passed away And slipped into the light, That I would no more know the day And you no more the night. And yet I find when all is done You and I are always one. Never more just I and me Always, ever, only, we.ContinueContinue reading “I Thought”
Being Less Human
Describe one positive change you have made in your life. The end of the rainbow is real That image was taken in Matlock about 3 weeks ago. It’s relevant because I’m in the camp of finding nature magical, and it also represents (somehow) that human and spirit are one, and both immensely practical. The ShiftContinueContinue reading “Being Less Human”
I Am
I worked through the idea of I am as a performance poem. There are two versions of it on here, but if I remove one I’ll probably break my posting streak! So I’m cheating and leaving both.
Deb Hawken - Amorah 