Tag: poem
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time.
I stole a weekTo have the patience, For a child adjusting to changeTo have a cake cooling on the counterFor when the children came homeTo commune with a friend, a cup of coffee, to lastFor hoursTo complete the long delayed to-do list, onlyFor it to regenerate. Wouldn’t it be great if this was Real life?To…
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school holidays.
What did I do on my holiday? I made snacks and more snacks. Lunch, dinner, dishes, meals on repeat. I held hands, small and warm. Steered across the road, on balancing beams, secured in fears and tears. I nestled and nuzzled, with sweet faces and warm breath. I watched the rain fall on the cold…
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little hands.
Little hands warm on my face.Your touch is soft and gentle.You snuggle into me, comfort at last. My heart beat steady, felt in your chest. You Exhale.Together our bodies echo the thought – I am safe. I am home.I am loved.Little fingers busily moving.Waking from slumber and ready to play.I wrap this moment firmly in…
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something special
You say “I’m nothing special.”are you kidding me? you are superhuman / superwoman / my idol / all I want to be when I grow up / you hate confrontation and yet face issues head on / you hate superfluous greetings and yet are abundant in humour and friendly offerings / even for those who…
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to forget.
Sometimes the best gift we can give is To Forget.To hear the harsh wordAnd chooseNot to let it permeate.After forgivenessAfter reconciliationIn the aftermath of healing we aimTo ForgetThe tones uttered in anger and frustrationNot allowing them to settle.Instead of forming solid stonesSettling at the pit of our stomachOr anchors in our mindClouding our viewWe let…
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weary.
We are weary soulsCarrying the weight of a weary worldCrushed by the taskDoubled over and going under. Trying to come up for airWhen another wave pulls us underLapping lost in the vast seaUnsure of the horizonSurrendering to the darkTo the depthsTo the possibility of nothing. Drained to the point of depletionEmpty.A hollow vesselMoving absently in…
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the end.
It’s the end of an era!We exclaim and applaudAnnouncing loudlyWhen the conclusion finally comes. And yet -It is the end of an era, We sigh to ourselves. The event far off on the horizonThat season so far beyond our reachHas arrivedSo suddenlySo unexpectedly -Here. The end of an era.Author’s Note: Originally published on Instagram by…
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rule breakers.
How do rules break?They break one shortcut at a timeOne “this is easier”This is quicker. This is better. Rules breakAs a slow shift to convenienceThat you didn’t even noticeBut you taught your sonTo take the shortcut across the roadInstead of the crossingAnd soonSoonThis convenience is placed elsewhere.For what reward is there in doing the right…
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Little glass jars.
There is a little glass jarThat sits solid and stillIn my little rock heart, On a DIY shelf I built. I take each of those nice wordsYou took the time to writeAnd fold it up too small to seePlacing it inside, safe and tight, My little glass jarOn my little heart shelf.There are other thingsWhich…
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done.
Have you ever felt done?DepletedCompletely and utterlyUnmistakably DONE?You’re done – morethan you’ve ever been before. The most done.Done-est.What if We reframed ‘being done.What if It isn’t actually The most done.but The Beginning.At the end of our tetherAt the end of our limits our control our abilitiesWe find how littleIs in our control.And how much freedom…
letters and lattes 