I'm the girl who dreams of sunshine but loves dancing in the rain I fight the fight, just to feel fine it's a battle inside my brain. I found you at Seattle Grace I bonded with dark and twisty and now I have a scandalous face and a book that's rather witty. The words you wrote spoke to my soul I spent a long time in fear you've inspired me to reach my goals, I'm going to say YES this year! I wish I'd been on that kitchen shelf and heard the tales you had to tell I imagine even a christmas elf would have been enchanted by your spell. So, THANK YOU for being you and thank you for Mer and Olivia through them I've learnt some truths or at least some good trivia! Shonda, I am totes addicted I HAVE to hear your words There's no way I could have predicted how your work has changed my world.
Tag: #NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo – 2/30 – Family
NaPoWriMo – 1/30
Shade falls from the sky
On my walk
All I see is feet.
Heat stifles the air,
It’s Autumn!
All I see is feet.
Sizzling chook and beer;
Lost tigers.
All I see is feet.
Friday night, sweetheart
twilight walks.
All I see is feet.
C’est la vie, Swan St.
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.
NaPoWriMo 28/30 Moment on a footbridge
It’s suspended reality
above an open valley
breathing the serenity
in awe of the immensity.
Urban eyes sense tranquility
sense the natural harmony
far away from the city
a refuge washing over me.
NaPoWriMo 27/30 Hay(na)ku
Stationed
suited soldiers
watch the battlefield
thunder
roars, rattles
through moving metal
bells
ring loud
commences the fight
to exit trams
at peak hour
NaPoWriMo 26/30 Persona Poem
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.
NaPoWriMo 25/30 Clerihew
Charlie, Charles or Chum
whispered ‘Carpe Dium’
in an empty wood
going nowhere, she stood.
NaPoWriMo 24/30
justice at what cost?
All that’s left is Winters wrath
the game now
something that happened
the silence
reflections haunted
the show goes on
humanity’s last bow
tainted forever
NaPoWriMo 23/30 Happy Birthday Mr Shakespeare
Inspired by the bards birthday and it being St Georges Day in England. Love my homeland…
My soul searches all the small ancient nooks
but the verbal spaghetti isn’t clear
despite the exhaustive amounts of books
I say, Happy Birthday Mr. Shakespeare.
England’s heart beats for you and our St. George
April twenty-three painted red and white
stories of dragons falling to his sword
and your words immortalised in the night.
The sun rises and we are still breathing
ancient castles, vast woods, and national pride
shaping the might of Albion’s dreaming
twisting and turning along with the tide.
I am a child of this lovely island
with her future out there on the horizon.



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