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Day 9 #OctPoWriMo – Circles

Dreams filled with random images Images of people and things I do not know Know that I am in a dream filled with weirdness Weirdness that keeps changing, interfering Interfering with my restful sleep Sleep that does not satisfy my... Continue Reading →

#OctPoWriMo 2019 #1 The darkness will not keep me down

When the night is black like pitch, With darkness creeping close; Staining everything it touches, Draining your joy and life Until emptiness is all that remains Remember always A tiny spark a forest fire will alight Its warmth and light... Continue Reading →

Etchings on Time’s Face #NaPoWriMo2019 #3

Grey streak amongst the brown Laughter lines or small frown Lines that tell the tale Of emotions and life spent From childhood to middlehood We hurry through First school days Then workdays Weekends and holidays All gone in a blink... Continue Reading →

Untitled #NaPoWriMo2018 19

Death breaks away the veil Transitions both living and dead When I was four - but nearly five! I lost my favourite uncle I wept, I cried, hid under a chair! My child's brain learned loss that day But I... Continue Reading →

Shadows and Silhouettes #NaPoWriMo2018 07

Shadows and silhouettes Of empty promises From bitter hearts and minds They will not hurt me My spirit rises above them Carried aloft by my love

Colloquialism #NaPoWriMo2018 01

When I was young And going to school Our language was highly praised Mainly for its antiquity 'The closest you'll hear to Shakespearean English' Was a common phrase. With cubs and cuttys and weans (Boys and girls and children) Heading... Continue Reading →

Sally

Whilst never technically freed, Sally was permitted to leave Monticello after Jefferson's death, to live with her sons in Charlottesville, probably by Jefferson's daughter Martha Jefferson Randolph. Jefferson kept each of the six children as slaves until they came of age, at which point he freed them one by one.

#31 OctPoWriMo – Mysterious is the way

An acrostic poem to celebrate my first time with OctPoWriMo Many words, this month, have left my pen Yattering and battering from head to page Striving to create, learning to grow Teaching new forms and ways. Every day has been... Continue Reading →

#16 OctPoWriMo – Losing your fears and tears

Fears and Tears Before I began this poem I never realised How many of my fears Are connected to family ties. The fear of losing them Is always the most obvious But there are others too That only I might... Continue Reading →

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