thwarted

there are so many silences..

all are a deafness
that defies all words,

moments chosen,
friendships thwarted,
a need to control
the unknown

I chose silence,
but the white noise
resents my reasoning,

fear and self loathing
take over the lease,
as we run from our shadows
and cleave pathways
in the wilderness,
hacking away at distrust
that is only mine,

fear must be owned
l can do that
but will I
trust me again

will you

to my friends,

family and colleagues,

just because ....

thanks x

stooping

It twists,

and curls

its tendrils

rising high above me

Bewitched,

I glance at the almost full moon

clear and luminous

its glow reflected into my eyes

feeding me

and upon the snow lined path

before me

A hanging fog

like the shawl around me,

a translucent flourish

of paisley coil,

a wisp that disappears in seconds

I exhale and momentarily

it's in sight again

only to vanish as I reach out

elusive in the dark

It leaves its odour on my flesh,

I feel and smell it close,

taste it,

lick and bite my lips

tantalising and teasing,

I inhale to catch the magic

deep within my creases

my heart pounds

as it burns way down,

my throat aches

am light of head

Moments stolen upon my stoop

a pack of lies in my pocket

Sara

Hanging in here..

l am giver, never a leaver
I am sister, never a sibling
I am leader, rarely a follower

l am keeper, never a deserter
I am teacher, never a preacher
I am listener, always a shoulder

l am worker, never a shirker
I am stayer, never a faker
I am sayer, always a friend

I am sinner, sometimes a player
I am hoper, never a runner
I am singer, always a song


I am a believer, never a no hoper
I am lover, never a hater
I am woman, always a warrior

Sara x

James Taylor - Wichita Lineman - Grammy Nominated

' ... and I need you more than want you..', gets me every time and catches in my throat

Sublime Shakey

SONNET 20

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted

Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;

A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted

With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;

An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,

Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;

A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,

Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.

And for a woman wert thou first created;

Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,

And by addition me of thee defeated,

By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.

But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,

Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

Rufus Wainwright

Taking a break...

A train with a view

lucky capture

stone wall

in winter

Ribblehead Viaduct ? I believe

at Moannie's

my old new best friend, Milou

dog walking every afternoon

blows away

any cobwebs

revisiting old haunts

realigning memories

and misspent deeds

Reculver Towers

Minnis Bay & Margate

in the walkable distance