Each tree has
so many branches, twigs and leaves,
each of which is a true
religion, denomination,
...
my thoughts and emotions
all night all night
I toss them around
all night all night
...
We recite the same words every Sunday.
We all “know that The Church is true”.
There is no doctrine on the Goddess,
“The Qu’ran” – or any other view.
...
As indigo skies dissolve
Into jet-black,
Her silver shimmer
Gently answers
...
I hardly ever leave the house these days.
The past few years, to me, are just a haze.
I cannot find my way out of this maze,
And have no more constructive points to raise.
...
Meet their disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing ways.
They would oh-so-love to humour her,
but it really never pays.
...
I hold the pain inside.
It breaks my heart and mind
and will not be denied,
diluted or defined
...
I write mainly 'survivors' poetry', and currently live in Basingstoke, UK, with my husband and pet birds.)
Feeding The Ducks
Slice of bread hits duck,
Who looks at us,
As if to say:
"Please stop chucking your
Stale bread at me.
I've already eaten."