Yarn

A ball of yarn Maybe but only A ball of yarn to you. That unassuming orb of Dyed sheep hair Represents possibilities to others. Possibilities – Of being a warm reminder Of mothers arms to a mewling babe. Of being a comforting presence Around a lovesick lover’s neck. Of being a quirky bric-a-brac In a…

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WATWB: Humanity Before Religion

It’s the last Friday of this month and that brings us to the 14th instalment of the We Are The World Blogfest. Last month I couldn’t participate because I was travelling, but this time I’m back to help spread the light. For those of you who are reading about WATWB for the first time, this is…

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Empty Bed

I shared your warmth On my skin, on my bed. That warm patch was comforting When you lay sleeping With your little hand curled In my big one, Content. The warmth And the smell of you Seeped through my skin, Drenched me In your smiles; Grew roots within. But one day You were just gone.…

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At Airport Terminals

Originally posted on Simon's still stanza:
Image source: Google via airportlink.com.au ? At Airport Terminals At airport terminals All the good looking ones Are taken Or connected to Their beloved through A smartphone Cradled in the collarbone hollow As their arms Balancing Juggling Move in a rhythm Weighed with coffee cups And hand luggage.…

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In The End: Contribution to Candles Online

When your time is near, And your heart reflects fear, And you’re breaking down in tears Because you’ll lose all you hold dear; When faith unfaithful Turns her back, And the vision before your blurry eyes Turns tar black; Remember the only thing That will always hold true – That even in your end He […]…

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Overcoming The Fear Of Trying

I know this looks bad, like a child’s work (no, I think even kids can do better than this), but the only reason why I’m posting this today, out to the world, is because I’ve always, always been a scaredy cat when it comes to doing something new and something that I have no experience…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #22: Redemption

‘I can’t do this… I’m sorry but I can’t marry you.’ She stood there, frozen, her jaw hanging loose like an unhinged door yawning open. ‘Why?’ is all she could manage. He could see the trembling in her dainty hand, the same hand where only a week ago he had slipped an heirloom ring while…

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