Shocked and repulsed by my expression of love your virtue pervades the air like tea steeped too long always you tried to contain me in the same blue box where you live your life your neat little frock and neat little face hiding the big black pool of nothingness that exists inside you aren’t my…
Category: Poetry
Beauty
Look. Do you see? There in the lengthening shadows, in the dappled light kissing the roses. There, where each petal caresses the next. There. Look. You will see.
Perception
He sees scorched earth, blackened stumps, ashen remains; reminders of generations lost. She sees tender shoots emerging defiantly, whispering of resilience and renewal. Perception is all. Images Main image is Grey Box by km lambert. Blackened by bushfire or burnoff by Fairy Duff is marked with CC PDM 1.0. Eye is from the Pexels image…
Still I survive
You pulled my strings lured me in tasted me, tested me and satisfied I was pliable you smothered my brightness broke my spirit feasted on my heart. Still I survive. I wrote this for Day 7 of Writers Victoria’s Flash Fiction Comp. Prompt word was ‘bright’. Reproduced here with a sneaky 31st word.
The System
UPDATE: I’ve just seen that Baby Teeth Journal has their blackout poetry competition on again. So, if you think you can do better than my entry from last year (and let’s face, probably all of you could), head over to their site now! You have until 1 March 2022 to enter. The System the system…
We have only this life
My jumping off point for this poem was a quote from ‘Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing‘ by Cixous (1994). ‘We spend our lives not seeing what we saw.’ heart ruptures released from its anchor I close my eyes to banish the vision exorcise the demons but they hold fast to my being infiltrating…
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