Reflections Upon; What Would I Give? A Poem by Christina Rossetti…
…it goes like this: What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do; Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all. What would I give for words, if only words would come; But now...
Grief and Hope
A sigh on the breeze, a delicate transience passing through, life is so fragile and precarious. How do we deal with grief? As a loved one fades away leaving us like a lone pillar holding up a ceiling ready to crash down around us, it can feel like all is in ruins and...
Dream People
Have you been dreaming more vividly during this pandemic under lock-down? Are you remembering dreams more frequently? Are dreams linked to our mental health and well-being or are they a portal to a different reality? Escapism or threat? Dreams can feel like both of...
Color My World
My world is ablaze with color, A spectrum of delights, I open my arms And welcome the world, Invincible, breathtaking heights. I see a happy place, A brightness so shimmering light, Gleeful yet wistful, But happy and blissful, No darkness threatening my flight. I zoom...
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