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Direction Shift

So, I’m aware that I’ve been talking about this whole publication business for quite some time, now. After partaking in NaPoWriMo, I gathered a lot of poetry for a collection which would be silly not to utilise! My direction down this long and winding road has changed yet again, and I’m now going to be… Continue reading Direction Shift

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Count the Ways | Poem #3 of April

Between sky and earth, Seagulls and bricks, The could Be a lifetime, Or a blink.   Shall I count the ways? I lose track after my final Fingers;   The ways in which we find new beginnings.   That empty space, A threshold between two extremes, Reminds me of the fresh, the new, Change.  … Continue reading Count the Ways | Poem #3 of April

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Energy | Poem

I don’t have it.   This force that drives us, it needs a boost, a charge, a jolt.   Mine is depleted, become obsolete, putting me on power-saving.   A jump- start.   A life- saver.   The mundane is covered. The exiting is empty.   Sleep mode might help.   More hours a night,… Continue reading Energy | Poem

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Treasury | Writing Exercise

I am a treasure chest; a collection of short tales to delight, I feel displaced and alone. I would rather be where I belong; among those that rustle. I sit with other clustered work, and I suppose they are what one would call friends. I dream about free movement; to not be bound like my… Continue reading Treasury | Writing Exercise

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Light & Dark | Poetry

Through the night, suffocating, above ground, find respite, no obstruction.   Rescued.   Sunbeams try to caress and see its gradient, yet I still feel below ground.   Hands, feet, seconds, tick by.   All is nothing; I bathe in its void. All that is,¬†seems to follow.   I yearn to give up. Apologies for… Continue reading Light & Dark | Poetry