Tuesday, 23 April 2013


Into the vast, dark silence,

I scream.

Does anyone hear?

Does anyone even care

at all?

Thursday, 18 April 2013

"Pure Love"

broken friendships

broken families

broken dreams

not through any lack

of love

unspoken words

of love

pure love

reach out


there is no lack

of love


months and years
of crystal tears
and shattered dreams

"Some Say, But I Write On"

you do write a lot about


why write so much about

almost too much about


your feelings

you're being sentimental

you're being over-sensitive

you're being selfish



by writing about your feelings


it's just those

quiet moments


between daily activities

when emotions

so intense

overwhelm me

all over again

Monday, 15 April 2013

"Emotional Pain"

overwhelming emotions

sorrow so deep

my entire body aches

more than aches


from this emotional pain

wounds so deep

disturbed sleep

overwhelming emotions

held inside

for too long

now released


She is heartbroken,

this little girl,

sobbing in my arms.

I hold on tight,

so tight,

to my inner child.


reliving childhood trauma:

images, vivid;

emotions, intense and current;

comforting my sobbing inner child,

who comforts me

Saturday, 13 April 2013

"Pure Faith" (shorter version of poem)

beyond tear-stained Biblical passages -

crucifixes, now stored in drawers -

pure faith remains

"Pure Faith"

beyond tear-stained Biblical passages -

crucifixes, now stored in drawers -

pure faith remains

too complex -

or perhaps too simple -

to be confined by "rules"


this young girl prays -

here, in the fullness of an empty church -

in the spiritual fullness of a church,

where she feels closer than ever to

her gods

Friday, 12 April 2013

"Something Missing"

I had waited for that chapter.

I was on edge -

yet, enjoying parts.

Then, they ripped the final pages

of that chapter

from the book:

told me just to carry on,

or I would never reach the end.

I try,

although the story

doesn't really make

much sense.

And I want them back -

those vital pages -

the ones that were torn out.

"Fancy Dress" (inspired by Daphne du Maurier's "Rebecca")

Finely orchestrated, yet so cruel.

Does each of us have our own

version of

the Manderley fancy dress ball?

We start out with innocent,

childish excitement -

yet, too soon, learn the hardest lesson of all -

feel the world becoming hostile,

and cruel. So very cruel.

Did all of us, at one time, long to have

a fancy dress ball, held "in our honour"?

Make the drummer announce me, Clarice.

You know, how they do.

Monday, 8 April 2013

"White Light"

white light

my vision

enclose me

protect my fragile mind

my shattered spirit


I need to make it through

this time of

spiritual darkness

need to believe

to know in my heart

that this world really can be

even now be

made right again

made right finally

can be immersed in

the pure white light

that is unity and understanding

that is eternal

universal love