Posted in Love

discontinued doll

Like an old weary discontinued doll

She breathed all her music to her last breath

and now she is thrown down the dark rabbit hole

no one wants her, there is no one left.

Tears streaming down those glossy plastic eyes

her dreams deflated like an old balloon

times bumps and bruises can not be disguised 

as her heart drifts further from the blue moon.

The truth radiates through these broken parts

a truth that cannot be written or said

a truth that has been there right from the start

whispering quietly inside her head.

They say it’s better to have loved and lost

so cherish the moments before they are tossed.

Posted in Life, Love

Postcards picture…

Postcards picture perfect days

that magnified glasses will betray 

these fantastical notions

of still quiet oceans.

A mind, like a carousel spinning 

knows something is missing 

like a broken doll part

all alone from the start.

Dancing to someone else’s beat

unable to feel her own feet 

a marionette of expectations 

pulls away in every direction.

All I need is someone to lean on

a strong arm to keep me strong

A kindred spirit to harness 

the secrets and the darkness.

Postcard pictures perfect days

that hazel eyes will betray 

with the worn imperfections 

of a weary souls reflection. 

Posted in Life

Twilight thinking…

Twilight thinking composes my next verse

The essence of my dreams dance in the sky

my life unwritten, a show unrehearsed

I want to be someone before I die.

I see her long frosted chestnut hair 

lending her ears to life, her eyes are shut

creaking along with her old rocking chair 

humming quietly by her lake side hut.

A lifetimes of words floating through her mind 

a verbal orchestra telling her tale 

a library of moments capturing her time

her life was for rent and now it’s for sale.

Twilight thinking of where I want to be

And where I want the song to end for me.

Posted in #napowrimo2015

NaPoWriMo 29/30 April in Review

April was a battlefield

weighed and found wanting

Easter, Spring, falling forwards

no, here it fell backwards

inspiration lingering

behind the green gauze

of a stagnant mind

that smelt of coffee

and stale biscuits

stone the crows for sleeping

in frosty single digit

shivering mornings.

a writers hand

suspended in motion

as her brain defrosts

with communications slowing

experiencing

technical difficulties.

Posted in #napowrimo2015

NaPoWriMo 26/30 Persona Poem

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I am a canine Sherlock

a bouncy snowy white

rising when the sun comes up

ready for the fight.

I search the perimeter

check on my family pack

they are always sleeping

while I am securing the back.

Winged enemies taunt me

as they hop along the fence

fluttering out of reach

I have no defence.

So I bark across the garden

and trip over abandoned shoes

try to alert my people

but they don’t have a clue.

They shout my name plenty

from the warmth of their beds

Jasper snoring loudly,

but waking him is waking the dead.

My name is Ollie

I am snowy white

I’m the leader of my family

and my barks worse than my bite.