joy – Silver Poetry

untainted star

honest lines draw across her skin but he can’t see with blood in his mouth transmission continues I read your code pegged loosely whipping in the breeze making sin out of nothing he stared at her from the cross remain pure she turned around and tapped her red heels three times I don’t belong IContinue reading “untainted star”

VIPThankyou !

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Child

It’s the way the ocean slides from your eyes Slides over lips still full Rounded and soft for kissing (me) And your arms hang happily never tiring you climbed a mountain child, there you sit an apex A world of beauty born from rust (Infused) with turmeric and sun and these vessels sporting creatures likeContinue reading “Child”

I AM Change- 30 Day Change Challenge

Hello there, Just interrupting normal erratic poetry postings to let you know about something pretty darn cool but only IF you are in the mood for some…… conscious life affirming permanent CHANGE! Sometimes when we are on a conscious journey of self-discovery we hit a kind ofContinue reading “I AM Change- 30 Day Change Challenge”

I Make You Move

I am silk on my pretty bicycle red wings and fearlessness I am a brazen bee flying heart first and chanting my fingers pass like spirit over teasing lips a fay cast with cherry juice joy I live in the mind of all things I make you move.

Bubble Wrap

No bubble wrap here only mud iceblock sticks and footprints on the car. long orange ropes curled ready to strike! And boards skating myriad plastic joy…. towels on the lawn and bubbles in the sky taps on full in fluent wasteful race! Here? not much disinfectant but rivers of tears and bloody scabsContinue reading “Bubble Wrap”

The Coffee House

A spider, centred on graceful feet, is watching me. Anticipation shimmies, poetry and bitter glee! The gurgling, mud-speckled machine is righteous, it preaches to silver kettle with ferocity. The toaster is coy. Fork and spoon people quiver. Glass soldiers clink in their morning cupboard. Orchids celebrate thisContinue reading “The Coffee House”