confusion – Deb Hawken

I Am – I think

Moving through the stages of defining oneself, from simply I am, as in I exist, to thinking, now speaking…One of the things I love about poetry is the opportunity to get creative whilst you explore a thought.

Unkindness and Violence

I don’t understand unkindness and violence, I never have. Since I was a child I’ve stood back baffled by the behaviour of others. If we moved to a place of love we could change the world.

Ode to Hormones

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Why are you crying? I don’t know (I do but I’m not telling you) Is it something I did? Of course not! (Not half, but you’d think I was daft) Do you feel alright? I do (but that’s no thanks to you) So what’s the matter? I wish I knewContinueContinue reading “Ode to Hormones”

A Lifetime in a Voice

Photo by Italo Melo on Pexels.com She has a lifetime in her voice Although it is elderly and gravelly Her words are uncertain Their meaning unclear Desperately she tries again Anxious to be understood As she would once have been But all she sees is bewilderment She tries to read their souls Communicate heart toContinueContinue reading “A Lifetime in a Voice”

Enigma

Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com Darkness that is cold and lonelyWords that keep the past aliveEvoking dreams of once and onlyA verse to help our language thriveLiving through a world of rhymeReleasing souls once trapped by barsFreed by stanzas line by lineSo they can dance among the starsA poet’s jobTo plumb the feelingsEmotions areContinueContinue reading “Enigma”

Merry-Go-Round

Photo by Levi Damasceno on Pexels.com Written many years ago, this was an exploration of why poets don’t right, trying to express the fear of sharing something from deep in your soul with strangers who may or may not understand. All writing is personal, but to me poetry really is me, rather than just wordsContinueContinue reading “Merry-Go-Round”

Voyage

Photo by Jessica Lewis Creative on Pexels.com Sometimes you can journey far and wide, only to discover that you were in the perfect place before you left. We humans reach out, reach forward, reach behind us, and in doing so we often miss what’s right there in front of us. Never forget to explore theContinueContinue reading “Voyage”

Act One – Scene One

Photo by Monica Silvestre on Pexels.com The curtains rise And then they fall This is my life – my one and all I know I’m watched I hear my name They shout “encore” And sometimes “shame” I tread these boards and utter words I hear the echo Am I heard? I throw my voice IContinueContinue reading “Act One – Scene One”