Memories We have a lot to catch up on, You, and I. Many memories to recount, Of times gone by. Sifting through the memories, Switching from year to year. Which ones are worth it, Those that we hold dear. We have time to relive, The meaningful ones. Savouring the good …
Just shy of four in the morn, gently nudged into consciousness, eyelids fused together. Why on earth am I awake? “I have an offering, a gift from the Universe. Don’t you want it?” Bleary-eyed, and somewhat disappointed at being woken from slumber, I pondered the question. Well, I am …
Fortnight Lily by Mumma Sue Six white petals, Folded sides, Vessel-like, Curled at the tip. Painted golden splashes, Almost dotted, On every second one, Like a bath’s non-slip mat. On the other three, Fine short strokes, Of rusty brown, Close to the centre. Shades of purple, Soft in colour, …
Hearts’ Memory by Sue Nolan A memory on replay Of a moment so sweet Enlivened but fleeting When two hearts did meet. Life’s cruelness Keeping them apart Yet forever united In their hearts. Immensely beautiful Was the embrace Now only a memory Left to trace. Back to that moment …
Rooftop Dance Floor by Sue Nolan Steady beats Crescendo Up tempo Crash Ting Musical notes Dancing across A rooftop dance floor Decrescendo Soft woodwind Gentle drum Symphony of sounds Raindrops dancing across A rooftop dance floor Read more of my poems and musings HERE Follow me …
Moonlit Whisper by Sue Nolan By the light of the full moon In the serenity of the night Crisp thin air without a breath Illuminated by sound and sight A whisper can be heard From far across the way Past houses and fences And trees that do not sway …
Morning time. Four men sit at a table under the arches of sprawling leaf covered branches, accompanied by a sole woman. Raucous roars reverberate, bouncing off the metal panelled fence. Voices rise and fall as hands makes gestures with enthusiastic vigour. Pauses of silence are occasional. Less often, a wave …
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 …
Want to come on an adventure with me? I can’t promise we will reach the destination, however the journey could be fun. So, where do I want to go? To find a place called Out There. It sounds like a fascinating place. Folks are talking about it all the time. …
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 …
