The past few days in Wellington have witnessed the destructive force of nature at a magnitude not seen in decades. Debris litters the south coast, with sand dunes and sea walls obliterated, trees torn from their roots, slabs of concrete cracked and moved like putty in a giant’s hands. Many thousands of people have been…
Tag: poetry
Prose For Thought – The Bond
A poem about the bond that many people feel across a lifetime for special people they meet. They may not realise the depth of their bond till much later – but to recognise it, is still powerful in itself. They may not get to journey together in life, side by side, but their connection lives…
The colourful side of the wind in Wellington
When the wind whistles through dear Wellington there’s a place to be, where the wind is God. it turns wind to song, when birds don’t feel strong, and planes fly with daring, nose to the wind. Wind lights rainbows of engineering the stronger it blows, brighter the colours glow. The forests that strain, under windswept…
Prose for Thought | Invisible
My poem this week sums up the feelings that many of us, especially parents, feel in any week. Life is a roller-coaster and some weeks there seems to be a little more fluctuation than others on the way. I’ve had so much on my mind and sometimes I find reading the news doesn’t help to…
The Leaf | Prose for Thought
It fell like any other leaf, having given one last show of colour. It lost its grip, as the daylight diminished, and the winds started to blow. I looked up, as a whirl of wind caught my breath, and took me in its autumn dance. The golden leaves formed a tunnel, wrapping me in their…
The Breathing Lake | Prose for Thought
Take me with your every breath, let me ride on your canoe, hide me from the dark shadows, and bath in your filtered light. Paint on my skin, like the sun, dipped in a heavenly palette. Caress my shoulders with air – that folds like a cloak around. I want to feel every sigh, the…
Prose for Thought – A game of words
When from the past he came, Inviting her to play a game, She didn’t think of danger. The letters on the board, That looked innocent at first, Started to bring about a thirst. Like fortune cards on a table, The letters told a story, That wound her on a cable. Suggestive. Permissive. Evocative. The spell…
Two feet at two
She likes to feel the ground below, learning fast to watch for dangers. She sprints so fast, for one so young, unhindered by straps and leather. Her feet feel the rough and smooth, preparing for life’s journey. She learns to tread gently on some ground, where others she can pound. Thorns and stings can slow…
PRICKLES | Lyrical Sunday
I’ve temporarily shifted hemispheres and seasons – from spring to autumn – from New Zealand to England. I’m walking country lanes untrodden by my feet for many years. I’m finding treasures I used to know so well – seasonal markers of the year in England. On Saturday I came across a sweet chestnut and it…
A poem to old friendships – Old friends are like gold…
Yesterday I caught up with one of my dearest old school friends, today I’m visiting a friend I lived with at Southampton University, who now lives in the beautiful, historic city of Winchester. There are so many old friends I’d love to see in the short week and a half we are here in the…
Fishnets – Lyrical Sunday
Latte Junkie posted a photograph as the inspiration for this week’s Lyrical Sunday. I found myself sat in ‘Players’ restaurant, at the end of Pier 39, in San Francisco writing the following poem. My two year old was asleep in the buggy next to me, whilst my six and nine year old had a wonderful…
Lyrical Sunday – Daylight
The sun dipped down at six thirty on Saturday night, with a sunset to warm me to the core, leaving winter nights behind – and knocking on summer’s door. The clocks took us closer, as we slept, waking to a new time & a season of promise. My mood that’s felt depressed, since May’s darkening…
Things I’m Loving…
Loving a moment of freedom at sundown on Monday, with just my six year old – Sophie, at Lyall Bay. Hubbie came home a little earlier than his usual 6.30pm to mind Alice and Charlotte (who were happy to stay at home). We found star-fish and hermit crabs in the rock pools, climbed the rocks…
Lyrical Sunday | Play
Inside the mind of my two year old… ‘Play with me! Play with me! – And with my magic wand, I’ll turn you into… a tree!’ ‘Help me save the baby lion cub – you can be in my animal rescue club!’ ‘Let’s dance, play tag, catch the ball – climb up there – careful…