White-Grey clouds meld, Across the vast sky. Raindrops crawl down the window pane, Seeping into the brick sill. Pastel pink and green pattern, Woven into a blanket. Soothing warmth, Drawn to the shoulders. A stack of books and latest release, Beckon attention. Steam rises from a cup, Warm meets …
Sitting on a fence post, dainty as a fairy. Long tail high in the air, flitting this way and that. Always alert, at the ready, trusting in the wing. Admirers watch from afar, listening to your chirpy ‘tsst’ and chit. Wondering how your spindly legs, support your puffball body. Your …
Between two worlds, He sits there, And smiles, For what other way will grant him passage to either? He is pale and he is dark, He is young and he is old, This man who sits between two worlds. Never wholly belonging to one or the other, He navigates the …
Lost She walked away Out of sight He was left alone She stepped into the shadows Obscured by darkness He did not follow She took a path Rocky and undulating He could not see her She climbed a cliff face Bare knuckled grip He turned backwards She fell far Contorted …
Shattered Dreams a poem by Sue Nolan Dreams hang in the air Like mist on a Winter’s morn Damp and scattered Pieces spreading far and wide Sunshine fading Gathering dreams like berries To carry away in its basket Disappearing for while Who will tend these dreams In the darkness …
Three Wishes by Sue Nolan Three wishes you say, that is what I can have But why only three Sir? One and two, are too few, So, three it is to be, see? Three wishes you say, my mind is racing This one or that, how can …
Middle Ground by Sue Nolan In the middle of somewhere That is where I am A past back behind me The future far over there In the middle of somewhere That is where I am Youth left in the years Old age yet to appear In the middle …
There is a lovely lady I met last year at an Author Talk. Since then we had been trying to establish a writing group. For one reason or another, the planets didn’t align for that. However, now, at her suggestion, she and I, are going to be writing buddies. We will …
Time to write, now what shall it be? A piece about hope, love or happiness. Shall it be a fictional story or essay even, Perhaps it will be about me. Inspiration and ideas don’t always come, Ready and willing to be penned. Thoughts of everything else interrupts, It …
In the middle of somewhere That is where I shall be In the middle of somewhere That is where you will find me Figuring out who I am all the while Traversing the landscape of the unknown Often changing direction, this way and that To find my very own way …
