The cuttlefish A camouflaged chromatophore – Dried and shredded
Haiku poetry V
Category: Writing & Blogging
Travails with a conscience
It came from far away And nestled nearer home All the while beside me From birth to when I’d grown My travails with a conscience lay Still active – I had known It came from far away – Perched by my very own And every time I saw her She looked peaceful – Like the … Continue reading Travails with a conscience
Logged in…or out?
(a light-hearted look at the travails of the computer age)... Dishevelled Mixed up Round-a-bout All over where I shoulda been Logged in now Twitter-feed Password setting Sight unseen If only there was understanding Step back Think Deliber(ate) Answers may be somewhere near Instructions followed Log in – late Love it now But hate is close … Continue reading Logged in…or out?
busy-ness
Been busy shading under a tree while this same-sex marriage survey blows over. But in fact I've been trying my hand at greeting card writing. For those writers of you out there it might go against the grain, so to speak - probably flies in the face of what 'real' writing is all about. See! … Continue reading busy-ness
The rainbow nation
A different blog this weekend, folks. As I assume most of you reading this are from outside of the great nation of Australia, I thought I'd tell you about the issue that seems to be taking over our TV screens, radio waves, newspapers, and, of course, social media. It is same-sex marriage. It seems a … Continue reading The rainbow nation
Times they are a changin’
Well, well, well. I was going to make this blog about emerging authors and how to make the most of your opportunities as a writer but I've erred in my mission. I posted a couple of poems of late and you guys seem to have enjoyed reading them so I thought, why not? Why not … Continue reading Times they are a changin’
Smile
A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment but the memory of it often lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that they can get along without it, and none is so poor but that they can be made rich … Continue reading Smile
Night-time
Night-time wouldn’t show itself Until Sunshine moved away Like a road-way that disappears in flood Like a child who will stray Night-time hid away God knows where Like a sock hides in a shoe Not wanting to come out and play Like when I played hide and seek with you The pages turned … Continue reading Night-time
I built a home
in honour of those who have... I achieved where many others failed – I’m satisfied though many others aren’t. My path told me to walk the path I could And led me away from the path I can’t. And sacrifice instructed me to stay As loss, oh loss, would lead me to succeed. Certainty would … Continue reading I built a home
My first time
It happened. I'd heard people talk about it, in writing groups and elsewhere, but had never felt the emotion that overtakes when it happens to you. The other day, a friend of mine rang me up and said; "Guess what? Your book isn't in the book-store." "Of course not," I replied. Patience, dear friend, patience. … Continue reading My first time
sensualism 