What we were told not to talk about

It is Father’s Day in the Southern Hemisphere, which prompted these words, along with the writing challenges, the integration of both together became the inspiration for this poem . . . The woman A daddy has gone Don’t tell anyone darling Please, not just yet * A husband has gone A heart is broken AContinue reading “What we were told not to talk about”

How to be a woman

Welcome to the mind Of a girl interrupted Realistic, honest, positive A girl who grew into a woman Possibly probably fabulously corrupted * Femininity shone from her effervescent presence Belief in her spirit echoed Devilry, mischief Her sweetness evanescence * She knows what she wants Stands up for what she believes At the risk ofContinue reading “How to be a woman”

Save me

Message in a bottle Charming, his dark brooding eyes captured her. He was a bad boy, he exuded sex appeal. Her innocence was no match, her lack of experience making her vulnerable, she was caught in a whirlwind of love at first sight, or so she thought, perhaps not, lust yes. She was captivated. HeContinue reading “Save me”

The mirror cracked

She stared into the face of the stranger Vulnerable Innocent Walking calmly towards life Sometimes Hand in hand towards danger ? . Did she race through life Causing mayhem Creating strife . What encounters shaped her took her breath away made her heart beat faster pangs of loneliness did stir . She knew that faceContinue reading “The mirror cracked”

What If

What if She took the straight path What if She takes the high road Of twists and turns Teetering on the edge Of her next decision One more step she chose to climb Up hill The climb endless Shadows relentless is their chase What if she turned back She stops At the edge The edgeContinue reading “What If”

The fault in our starsl

From her tippy toes to the top of her head Warmth rising Flushing her cheeks To a glorious rosy red * Giddiness, joy, elation Her head did spin Was it champagne Or the thrills of daily life intoxication * A beautiful memory A face looking at her Feeling nostalgic oh dear how young we wereContinue reading “The fault in our starsl”

First contact

Peeking through the window his eyes wide, aghast or surprised? Both perhaps but that quickly turned to horror Aliens don’t exist Kyle. Granny’s words echoed around his head as the vision gurned at him through the bedroom window. However the face that gazed at him suggested this was not true. This small ruddy whitish faceContinue reading “First contact”