Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson
Biography of Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson
Recently single, aged 36 this year. Daughter 17. Wrote poetry on and off for years. Working in a skills centre (voluntary) for people with mental health problems.
Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson's Works:
Various poems published in Anthologies from Forward Press.
Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson Poems
Crash, smash a flying bottle Enters my back yard at full throttle I missed the little blighters which is more than a pity But thats just simple run of the mill when you live in ASBO City
Burnt Orange Sunrise.
Unaware of the firing motion The moon reflects in her glazing eyes Solitary motion distills the summer days Transparent figures move in the burning sunrise
R.ainbows in the sky reminders of you A.lways feeling sheltered with the colours shining through
Morning Mis-Hap! -Fun
I rose from my pit at a quarter to six only sleeping three hours I needed a fix (caffeine) My eyes were all blurry and filled up with matt As I stumbled downstairs I tripped over the cat
A Pantoum- Dancing Under The Stars
As she dances under the moonlit stars Feeling the adrenalin rushing through her veins For now she is alone, but not lonely She makes her own music as her heart beats in time
Naughty Nursery Rhymes Again
I was not searching for answers Curiosity brought me to you. But I kept an open mind and my own point of view Predicaments you told me
When We Were Young
Remember the nights we stayed out until dark The songs we made up while we played in the park Remember the names that we carved on the trees
A Pantoum - Alone On The Hillside
As she sits alone on the hillside watching the sunrise Silence is golden, movement is absent Upon the grassy fields she sees shadowing darkness The freshness in the air surrounds her intensely
Haiku - Rainbow Light
Colours of the earth
A Grizzly Dream- Fun
The other night I retired to bed and had a crazy dream That I was walking on the beach when I heard an awesome scream Standing right before me was a great brown grizzly bear wearing a tu-tu and a basque and a ribbon in her hair
Garden Of Serenity.
Feeling the serenity that knows all its powers Unwinding the mazes not knowing what devours To sprinkle the liquid as each we do walk Inside is the garden where we meet and talk
Skip through the meadows
By Being You.
Because you are you I can be me I can say what I want, what I feel I can wear what I like
I was not searching for answers
Curiosity brought me to you.
But I kept an open mind and my own point of view
Predicaments you told me
I did not understand
As I crossed your palm with silver
And you kindly took my hand
'Within six weeks' you said to me