I Once Was a Child
I once was a child with nowhere to hide /
Facing the world, not looking to fight /
The battle began when all had seemed lost /
I had to step up, but what would it cost
Category Poetry
Winter Sun
For you were born when the winter sun was low /
And gave you a beautiful light /
So now you can repair with gold- /
Kintsugi style
Meet the Poet – David Patrick Farrell
To me poetry means everything… I think having poetry flowing through my mind, veins and body makes me look at the world differently because I can see the beauty in all the pain, sorrow and heartbreak
The Only Way Through
The only way through is to fully acknowledge your pain /
To love yourself unconditionally /
No matter what you've said and done /
And remember that forgiveness is available to everyone.
Brigid at Imbolg
While snowdrops bloom /
In my wake; and buds burst forth on tender shoots /
From mother’s womb/
Awaiting tenderness
Mosquito Mind
I question am I the only one? /
With an unkind mosquito mind
Meet the Poet – Siân Williams
I don't remember a time when I didn't write. My dad would always make up games, stories, songs and poems, he could create magic with words and I fell in love with how different words sounded and rhymes felt. He could transport us to somewhere different with the stories he created and I knew I wanted to offer this to people too someday.
No Other Way
There is a stirring /
Heart of Hearts /
Through flesh, through bone /
Light shines /
Undiminished
Rock and Love
I can hear the river crying /
The whisper of the wind /
The beat of Mother Earth's heart /
In my heart today
Spinning
Do you remember spinning on the green? /
Arms spread wide /
Faces to the sky /
Who could spin the longest?
