to friends and family~ wishing you health and happiness. We are all doing the best we can. Here’s to 2018!
Hugs.
to friends and family~ wishing you health and happiness. We are all doing the best we can. Here’s to 2018!
Hugs.
Just before midnight
step into the painting
not yet painted
sit in silence
breathless
hear the rustling of change
something is about to burst
like a bomb
Humanity : you can’t go back, can’t correct
Blow a kiss to the old
scatter sorrow to the winds
take a leap of faith
begin again
At the stroke of midnight’s magic
Pick up the brush
paint me your finest self
with each stroke
from the palette
a scene more beautiful
Truer
Hand the world a miracle
and you are the anchor that steadies my soul; the safe end of a journey, my love, my hope.
Beneath a sky of diamonds
She knelt
Raised her hands to the heavens
Perchance he could reach back
A gravitational collapse
Within a circular path of galaxies and souls
Humbled by Divinity
His daughter, his blood
Born with the stealth of a wolf
Fuelled by the heart of a fawn
Tenacious as a honey badger
Immutable thread: Do you hear her whispers?
A spoken oath, a crossed heart, a blown kiss
Rustling on the wings of Winter
A star collapses luminous and tumbles to earth
Unwrap your heart
marvel that it still beats strong
Begin again
Let the rest fall as it will
Line up your simple joys all in a row. Stand stone still beneath the swollen moon. Watch as snowflakes tumble to trigger our senses like a peppermint kiss.
~ more than enough
darling~
don’t complicate
simple is not a step backwards
~ bird song
~an excerpt
Bing’s Palace
1963
Birdie unsnapped the clasp of her sequined clutch, reached within the satin folds and pulled out an ebony compact and a tube of lipstick. She appeared oblivious to his insults and her surroundings. Her mister had forgotten her, therefore, she’d remind him.
Snapping open the compact case, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. With stealth precision she traced the outline of her lips, plump with colour. Slowly her steady grasp creamed the center of her lips. As a final touch, she removed a tissue from her clutch and softly kissed it.
Taking one last glance into the mirror, she paused. Satisfied, she clicked the compact shut and returned the items to her clutch. The clasp snapped. She turned and pecked a faint scarlet kiss on Annie’s tender cheek. Birdie might as well have fired a bullet through the floor. The silence at the table was deafening.
The boss growled, “Shouldn’t you go for a walk or something?”
Birdie shook her head and motioned toward the bottle. “Pour me another, Roy,” she murmured.
Roy met her gaze; she winked back. He didn’t understand the boss. Birdie was a class act, easy on the eyes, even owned her own business: a sausage factory. No one knew how she’d ended up in that line of work. It seemed profitable. She was clear title on a home nestled within the west side of the city and a good looker. The boss is a fool, he thought and took a drink. As the bourbon went down and warmed his soul, he knew this: Miss Birdie lit up his dark.
An excerpt~
1961
“You want to fly to the moon, Annie?”
“Yes,” she said.
“One day. Maybe one day, honey.”
He offered her hope, something big to imagine, the chance to dream. This was the country where dreams came true. One had to hold to dreams. From an early age, he had clung to hope. It felt as if yesterday. Shivering, he had cowered beneath the scratchy covers, tossed as an after thought to blanket the rusted army cot. His small hands clutched a wooden ship.
During those lonely nights he had gazed through a curtain less window and mapped the stars. Questions popped into his mind: Who am I? How did I get here? He dreamt of sailing away from the little house on Second Street. Each morning, he woke, convinced that there was a chance. One day, he thought One more day and then another. Buoyed on dreams and possibilities that melted like fairy floss from the carnival stall, he had carried on. Hope rooted him to the universe; he convinced himself that his destiny was to rule an empire.
If only someone had warned him that the odds weren’t in his favour and that boardrooms were full of men of privilege. It didn’t matter; he knew this as truth.
TBC
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GETTING CREATIVE- this is my little creative corner in the world where I have my music, my stories sometimes combined with my music (read the story and you’ll find the song), poems (or really, really short stories as I like to call them 😉), audio stories and audio poems (for those of you who prefer to listen), my digital drawings and sometimes I even throw in some quotes or photos for inspiration 😊.
Sniffing out the best new music
islands and in between
Wear what you love, not what they say you should like.
Be Positive, Patient and Persistent...
Never get lost in the Sauce
Paradigm Shift, Mindfulness, and Personal Empowerment
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Reflections on Writing
whiny with a side of poet
Give me a sentence. I'll write you a story.
Conversations with the Heartmind
Simply a lifestyle blog! Come along with me...
Reflections on spirituality in everyday life