Those who have inspiration are lucky. Yet those who know what their inspiration is and how to tap into the infinite resource of it within each of us, are the luckiest. I believe that in all of us is an inspiration which won't run out. We just so often don't know how to reach it, … Continue reading Inspiration
What if the birds know the truth What if the trees and the ground share their inside jokes about humanity The rocks and mountains laugh at us The sun and the moon shake their heads lovingly at the folly of their offspring The oceans tease us with their many mysteries but the birds know this … Continue reading The Birds and The World
Poetry is just weeping words and drying the tears with paper Painting is just bleeding out emotion and senses onto a canvas Writing is just life in disguise Theatre is a mask woven tight Sewing is just a projection of an attempt to heal Dancing is just a body taken over by the soul Music is … Continue reading Art
Home is not a building. Home is not a city. No, home is not a location with coordinates you can get to. Home is a harbour within yourself. You may not always live in the same place or same country but you will always live in the same body,the same body of water, the same … Continue reading Where is home?
Lucky is a poem written by Tony Hoagland, an American author. I just read this poem and found it really quite clever so I thought I would write my thoughts about it here. I often get that with books or poems where I read them and then am left so full of thoughts and feelings … Continue reading Lucky by Tony Hoagland (Summary, Analysis and Review)
My muse, you have are so unaware of the magic you sparked within me Your words were worth a thousand sunrises and much more than my bitter heart With such a disturbed mind you were truly one of a kind But with such potent words you turned me inside out And now I am just … Continue reading My Muse
Flipped mind that only ever saw the opposite She was trapped outside the box Labels flew at her but she learned to cope Covered in others words, she began to carve herself into someone Refining her edges she realised that she was left a drift, apart from everyone else Isolation is a curse which some … Continue reading The Outside