Too often the things we want turn out to be more complicated, more confusing and even overwhelming than what we imagined. Don’t you love the way poetry can let us express so many thoughts when this happens. The ideas can appear convoluted, hidden in twisted turns of the language for it is the beauty of the […]
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Should I, should you?
I think one of the most difficult things we face these days is deciding on things. We have too many choices, our kids have too many choices and I have to wonder if we are sacrificing quality thinking for what we think of as freedom of choice. We are too quick to say no, or […]
Continue readingPlayers
Do you like chess? I do. I love the deep pauses to signify the deep thought behind each strategic move. It is a mind game played with beautifully shaped pieces with disciplined pre-assigned positions of power. Can the lowest and smallest pawn take on a knight, a king or even a Queen. This answer lies […]
Continue readingAddictive Patterns
As an English teacher I find poetry the hardest to teach. It is so subjective and there is never a correct answer so often students struggle with meaning and concepts. I have the same problem with what I write. I am never sure where the words come from. I just know they need voicing. Will […]
Continue readingDon’t shut the door
I have a huge fascination with doors. It started in Florence years ago. When everything is shut the doors we see are amazing, and this is saying a lot when you consider the beauty of Italian shop fronts. The doors come in brilliant colours both dangerously dark and almost peacefully plain if such a thing […]
Continue readingSad movies make me cry
Cold and calculating. My God, that is fascinating. Ambivalent, or belligerent? How exciting? How very different? Time to laugh, time to smile, Emotions coming out file by file. Dear, that is so very bad, I think that character is quite mad. Please do not let him die, Oh goodness me, what a terrible lie. They […]
Continue readingSelf-portrait
Intricate patterns of clear Interwoven with butterflies and Tulips, the stain of reality for The mind represented. Colours, beautiful, so bold And catching the sight but Not the eye for The eye will recognise fragility But sight will see stained glass. Delicate, easily shattered, Fragmented into the mixed Tiny, shiny pieces that can be Subtly […]
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