Aging

Beauty is a moment an inch a day A glimpse A flash It’s cliche Beauty waits And whispers It’s selfish and demands It tricks and conjures But does not withstand Beauty is not loyal It’s jealous and cruel It takes and leaves It breaks with rule It’s a mask An illusion Until it fades And…

In here

In here my cries are silent Down here no where to fall. My fear has a place to be And stay behind these walls My body heaves with muffled cries But no one hears a thing My closet floor behind the door Just me and my PD. Margaret Morton April 22, 2019 9:00 am

Because you said you love me

Because you said you love me my heart raced to the truth flashes of a life fulfilled old after our youth visions of passionate laughter and private moments shared small things made momentous secrets and tears overwhelmed in the presence of your love and that mine is right behind sparks not only in my heart…

Forced poet

My eldest son Eugi, now 14 1/2 years old, has been forced to become a poet due to being in grade 9 English class. Fortunately for him he has a mother who loves poetry. I love reading it I love writing it I love reading it I love writing it. I love poetry. I took…

Sleep now

an original poem by Debbie Walker. In memorium of a treasured Aunty.

Mum

Mum; a life interrupted. An original poem, by Debbie Walker.

One Year on

An original poem, by Debbie Walker A year, twelve months,Moments; A life-timeTime is broken.I feel broken.How could it be written?How can it be told?For all that we hopedWill no longer unfold.All we once knew,No longer feels true.And the sun’s warmth wanesIn the deep winter’s cold.LostIn this darkness, please holdmy handLet me borrow your strengthAs I…

A wish for Peace at Christmas

A poem by Debbie Walker Christmas is traditionally a time of joy and cheer, but today my thoughts are with those who’ve suffered loss during this most difficult and extraordinary year. As our memories begin to crowd and the bells of pain and loss ring loud, I begin to wonder, if the only way through…

Winter’s Magical Eve

A poem by Deano Parsons. Winter’s Magical Eve.Villages lit by twinkling lightsThe chill wind shocks with frosty bitesWindow displays of gifts and treesWhile garden ponds begin to freeze. Festive garlands and mistletoeThe moonlight shines upon the snowPeople gather around log firesIcicles hang from cold church spires. Christmas Eve comes but once per yearA time to…