Category: THE POWER OF WORDS
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Hazel eyes
His hazel eyes full of warmth and unconditional Love, shower empathy to all who cross his path Soft white hair that springs to the touch holding the gentleness of a baby’s breath Lines of laughter that show a life lived with fun and humour He laughs easily but only rarely is his smile real, saved…
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BEING PROUD WITHOUT EGO
What are you most proud of in your life? I think this has to come in two parts. When my middle sister was diagnosed with metatised breast cancer and having already lost my eldest sister and her eldest daughter (my niece) to cancer, I felt helpless watching my only other sibling coming to the end…
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Midnight musings
Let me open my mind so you see it bare And I will show you naked honesty, if I can, if I dare Let me open my heart and watch every pulse And I’ll show you Love This life is unreal and so very false Let me open my arms knowing you cannot step in…
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MESSAGES
I inadvertently deleted all the messages to and from my dear friend on messenger today. I had kept them as far back as 2012 when I casually asked if he could help trace my grandfather’s grave. Apart from intermittent birthday wishes, it was not until we both found ourselves in need of living friendly support…
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I love to write poetry and non rhyming prose. I think poetry is so expressive. I have many favourite poets, but amongst them had to be W B Yeats. My favourite poem of his is Cloths of Heaven ” Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths Enwrought with golden and silver light The blue and the…
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ALL THINGS FLOW WELL WHEN WRITTEN
Why do you blog? And that’s why I blog, it flows from me because it has to. I feel it being channelled through me and I have to write. If I am not here, then I use a pen or pencil and paper. The words beg to be set free. And I release them so…
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CONFUSION
Confusion rains down upon me as I look at the mixed messages passing before my eyes. Words tumble around me as I try to make sense of the feelings they evoke in me. Every time I try to move on, I know it’s the wrong path as I tiptoe with just one foot in the…
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WHY SOMETIMES, JUST SOMETIMES I WISH I STILL DRANK LIQUOR
Red wine, if I could I would get lost in your ruby gem Losing time and sense Losing inhibitions Losing myself Finding false confidence Southen Comfort – now there’s a friend I remember well Loosening my tongue like a demented lover on overload Innocuously parading with orange and soda, no acid reflux there Cider, oh…
Dawn Loves Buttercups 