Tag: life
#NaPoWriMo Day Eleven – “Unrealistic Expectations”
A little girl waited for her “true love”
Studied her reflection in the mirror
She hoped to be as lucky as Jasmine
Happy ever after was her future.
Like the caterpillar in the oak tree
She grew into a pretty butterfly
But her one true love she still searched for
she concluded Sir Walt Disney had lied.
Instead, she wandered the world like Alice
created realities of her own.
She painted with her words; coloured the wind
She flew far far away from her home.
Just like Elsa she dreamt of letting go
All her skeletons fallen and broken
She sailed along life’s crooked road, in summer
Young and free, she left no words unspoken.
Once upon a time there was a young girl
who dreamed of meeting her one true guy.
Now there is a woman weathered by life
and beneath an old oak tree, is where she lies.
#NaPoWriMo Day Ten – “London, Inspired by Blake”
So for today’s challenge I decided to use William Blake’s London as my source of inspiration see here http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/172929. Don’t forget to let me know what you think! 🙂
Blake spoke of a wretched London
cursed by dreams of English elites.
Their world, an Orwellian dungeon
on the banks; on the city streets.
Still the people scream and shout
Still the people are marked with woe
Still the people wander about
Near where the chartered Thames does flow.
But above, the ancient houses
Eyes only see what they want to see
and treat humble peoples grouses
with no sense of propriety.
Is there hope for this ancient heart?
When history repeats herself.
Is there hope for her to restart?
And take her people off the shelf.
#NaPoWriMo Day Nine – “Ode to a Lava Cake”

I remember the first day we met
Like a thief, you’ve stolen my heart!
Rescue me from this ghastly wet
You know, you had me from the start.
Whenever the sky cries her tears
And the world becomes shades of grey
I think of you to rid my fears
Your warm embrace brightens my day.
I love your chocolatey goodness
And the way you ooze down my throat
Your awesomeness is – well – madness
hidden inside your spongy coat.
So here’s to you my lava cake
Now go away – for my diets sake!
#NaPoWriMo Day Five “Tin of Air”
Today’s challenge was inspired by this Gogh painting which reminded me of a story my dad told me about my great-grandfather and the long line of Welsh coal miners in our family. The poem itself is still a work in progress but I thought I’d share what I have so far…

Jus’ a weary Welshman, these days
sittin’ quietly in me lounge chair
all the young’uns are around me
they don’t know me tale, they don’t care.
Young ‘arry came up from London
now, spittin’ image of his mam
can’t be more than six or seven
such a clever little man!
“Bore da, Grandad” he says to me
and looks up with is bright blue eyes
he asks me about me birthday
me tears I try hard to disguise.
Give us a tin of air, me son
so I can speak without getting puffed.
Give us a tin of air, me son
so I can stop feelin’ so stuffed.
Me heart belongs to the valleys.
Me lungs belongs to the mines.
Me legs belong to the colliery’s.
Me soul, is jus’ a prisoner of time.
Jus’ that weary Welshman, these days
rockin’ quietly in me chair
all I want for me birthday son:
“Jus’ get us a big tin of air”
#NaPoWriMo Day Four: “Time”
Hiding in a timeless forest
she wanders lonely as a cloud
searching for her story; her quest.
She is not another face in the crowd.
She likes to get lost in Austen.
She likes to follow The Doctor.
She dreams of tea time in Boston.
She dreams of joining The Watchers.
Every day; once upon a time
happens simultaneously.
She loves it! – Is it such a crime?
To wander the realm aimlessly?
Soon, she will find the time; the place
to give this world a warm embrace.
#NaPoWriMo Day Two – Inspired by wine
This day adds another fleck of diamond
into a medley of spices and fruit.
Residing in a faraway island
moving forward on a flavoursome route.
But she holds tight onto her ruby slipper
as their roads meander; find the time
to remember playing by the river;
climbing Surrey’s hills; to hear church bells chime.
It is fair to say we improve with age
Life tastes better now we know our story
Every moment is written on our page:
our highs; our lows; our losses and glory.
Like the fine wine, that is close to our heart
We’ve got getting older down to an art.
Little Girl
Finding solace in the moonlight
a little girls waits in her chair
watching the world fade into the night
her story; one day she will share.
She is all alone in her home
her friend likens her to a gnome
but there is a lot more to see
and she will show you, subtlety.
Mouse
Here I am. Can you see me waiting here?
My eyes wander across your way, I see
You all sitting together happily
But you can’t see me, and that is my fear.
I walk with you along the corridor
And every morning squeak you a greeting
I’d share more, but I think you’d stop breathing
I’m not a well-loved little character.
One day you all will change, I hope
You will see value in my shy nature
I’m just a timid quiet achiever
Learning to breathe, learning to cope.
So before you cast me off into the wind
Take a step back, and you’ll find a good friend.
Image acquired via google http://bioweb.uwlax.edu/bio203/s2009/smith_meg2/ – take a click to some interesting insights into our mousy friends.
Awake at 10pm
the orange hue of city lights
twinkle against a navy sky
watching over a writer writes
tales of the day show in her eyes
on her way to the land of dreams
where a little girl sits by a stream
but a few more words on the page
before she vacates today’s stage.




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