Poetry

  • Darling Day 27. Destiny

    Deep in the darling woods, the darkness creeps and the wind whispers of daisies and delight: destiny hanging in the air beyond the trees. Waiting. Waiting for permission to live. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 23. Misfits

    In the garden of secrets they lay, arm in arm; this darling band of misfits, this chain of soul dwelling children, who know only gasps of freedom beside the shallow breaths of humanity’s ball and chain. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 21. Forever

    Darling is the day that lasts forever. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 20. This Night

    Under dim lights of orange, whisper to me darling, of the places your soft touch will sail me to this night. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 19. Darling of my Soul

    Darling of my soul. Darling of my soul. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 17. Surrender

    Darling are the lonely ones. The sad ones. The tired ones. The human ones. Darling is the moment of sweet surrender, when the cave of hard fought bravery crashes into the sea of what actually is. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 15. Golden Fields

    This heart whispers to the fragile night of the soul. The darling buds, once closed, now reach with delicate fingers to the soft of a brand new sun. Light the way, dear sun. Release the petals still stuck in place.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 13. The Wind of Everything

    Every darling day, I wait to breathe. Just one breath. A chance to be, to dream, to love. And when that gust of life becomes me I am grateful. To the darling wind of everything… I am grateful. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 7. Empathy

    There is not a single person. In this whole wide world. Who will not respond favourably. To empathy. To ‘I know what you think you’ve done. But that story is not you.’ There is not a single person. Who will… Continue reading

  • Darling Day Six. Darling Is The Fall

    She wobbled along, the little darling on wheels. Two wheels (which seemed to be the problem.) Mum balanced her own bike between her legs, guiding her duckling as best she could, until at last: there was flight. As I strolled… Continue reading