Swollen tongues and bite marks Dented lips, chapped and flaking Skin falling like snowflakes: Confetti? Whose mother tongue is the top of this cluttered matriarchy? Woven walls wicked barriers Blocking words flung from mouths That never close. Breathe through your nose - Inhale...Exhale... Good. That's better! Walls tumble brick by broken brittle brick When we… Continue reading Language Barrier – a poem
Tag: life poetry
A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
Today the sun defied the rules of winter Bursting through the clouds in disobedience 'Let me shine,' she sang 'I have done my waiting!' How fierce she is as she first strikes And you realise how much you missed Something in just a single moment. The rays penetrate my windows, A gentle hand warm against… Continue reading A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
The Ache of Knowing (poem)
It is a horrid thing. Knowing the exact weight of choice. Knowing, from here, you fly or you fall. This is it. Loud are the opinions, the "advice" and judgement of others. Tip-toe ahead... or leap? from the cliffside Will wings grow as I fall? It hurts to be so aware. And it's… Continue reading The Ache of Knowing (poem)
Money (Poem)
Phantom puppet master, Plays his paper fiddle. The game of life’s endless, Cruel impossible riddle. Echoic vault slams shut, Tears stain their face. Prison bars of iron, We’re far from Grace. Borrow, barter, beg, Peter’s wallet. Paul’s purse. Save, swindle, swap, We called upon the curse. Darkness with monsters deep, Abyss, oh… Continue reading Money (Poem)
Avant-garde (poem)
Avant-garde: I’ve never really been one to do things the right way. The normal way. No. I break rules, not because I’m a rebel but because the rules just don’t suit me. Is that wrong? I’m sorry. I’ve always been so sorry, for being this way. But not anymore. I can’t keep apologising for feeling… Continue reading Avant-garde (poem)
New Woman (poem)
With all the new things that have happened to me, and the new clothes, new friends, new situations, I feel like I'm becoming a new woman, hence this poem... New Woman Who knew that a person could gain a new coat of paint? And that this paint had the power to change everything? Clad… Continue reading New Woman (poem)
Waking from My Slumber (poem)
In light of this week's podcast episode about remembering who you are, I wrote this poem about myself and how I want to do just that, remember who I am, in 2020... Waking from My Slumber It would be a great shame to forget that I once ran races, arms fast at my sides,… Continue reading Waking from My Slumber (poem)
Happy April Fools, You Fool (Poem)
God, you've made so many mistakes. I'm surprised you can still keep a straight face When you say that you're proud of yourself. How can you be? You fool, You've made so many mistakes. The people you neglected, The education you turned your back on, The jobs you were too good for, The story ideas… Continue reading Happy April Fools, You Fool (Poem)
The Definition of Mother
What is a Mother? A mother is not just someone who gives birth to you. A mother is someone who carries you in their arms and promises not to let go. And from the comfort of their arms, life is a little less scary. I've never known a father; not really. But a mother,… Continue reading The Definition of Mother
S. R. Crawford 