Exhale
Do you ever
Suddenly realise
You’ve been holding
Your breath for days?
When you eventually
Breathe out
With blessed relief
And see things
Through different eyes.
©moonbiscuitblog
2 August 2018
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Category: life
Glacier Point
Home of silver-clad gods
Turned to stone
As far as the eye can see
Glacier Point Yosemite
Took us close to tears
And struggling to breathe
Almost unbearable beauty
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Blinding Light
Millions of tiny blinding sparks of light
Showering down around her
As she painstakingly tries to weld the shards
Of his broken heart back together
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Red Kettle
We have a shiny red kettle
With a shiny silver lid
Being a bit clumsy yesterday
Hurrying to put on said lid
I quite dramatically missed
It skidded down my finger
Taking my valued skin with it
Just to make matters worse
Only as I was stemming
The bleeding
Did I start reading
The calendar just above it
With the incorrect ill-timed words
“Any day is much better
Once you’ve put the kettle on”
©moonbiscuitblog
July 2018
Constancy
Profoundly lonely
Since losing his beautiful bride
He needs to go down to the sea
It provides him constancy
That missing heartbeat
Of his own dear Constance by his side
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May 2018
Thunder Clouds
Thunder clouds gather
Along their shared horizon
Threatening their dreams
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July 2018
Soundtrack of the Sea
From gentle ripples
To thunderous roaring waves
The moods of the sea
Seeping into DNA
Soundtrack soothing hearts and souls
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May 2018
Sitting on the Moon
I sit on the moon
Just to hear the tune she sings
Silver lullaby
©moonbiscuitblog
9 July 2018
Persona
Which persona
Are you using
Right now?
She used to deny
To herself
Quite loudly
That she owned more
Than one
But time spent
With her siblings
Brings out
Sulky petulance
With certain
In-laws the
Mischievous elf
With authority
The rebel
With parents
The patient saint
Manifests briefly
Unconvincingly
The schemingly mean
Appears
In the depths
Of revengeful
Midnight
©moonbiscuitblog
July 2018
Magic Happens
Magic happens when:
Disparate voices harmonise;
In velvet dark star-studded skies;
At dawn when the sleepy day awakes;
When that place in your soul no longer aches
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Pieces
Spending so much time
Trying to find the pieces
To construct the whole
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June 2018
In Days Of Yore
In days of yore
When far from home
Romantics would carry
Close to their heart
A lock of their
Beloved’s hair
A rogue tear
To ensure
No more
Would be shed
And to never
Feel alone
Nowadays
We all store
Our love’s photos
On our phones
©moonbiscuitblog
27 June 2018
Crushed
Crushed
By her too-high
Hopes again
She wasn’t aiming
For the skies
Or the stars
Or the moon
At the top
Of the trees
Or the vertiginous
High notes
Of a tune
Just for a sprinkle
More energy
A whisper less sleep
To help her spirits
Climb up
From the deep
©moonbiscuitblog
23 June 2018
He Carries
He carries notepaper, quill
Grudges and guilt
Pocketfuls of purple,
Compassion and hope
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20 June 2018