she walked silently slowly measuring each step then she stops and thinks
she gently walks again listening in the cloisters, is there someone there?
she turns around quickly holding her notebook and pen, but no-one is there
it’s so difficult when you’re a writer
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Image credit:Nickola Johnny Mirkovic @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows an arched veranda, where multiple pillars support a high vaulted ceiling. The sun is casting shadows on the wall behind the veranda. At the end of it is a fancy door.
growing up on distant continents without a common tongue lives so seemingly different rich north, poor south experiences diametrically opposed
and yet
sharing corresponding smiles weeping mutual sorrows our hearts are touched by the same love and loss
because, in the end we are all sisters under the skin
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This week’s image is in honor of international women’s day, celebrated on March 8th. This image shows a diverse group of five women holding a placard on which the word “ WOMEN” is written in bold letters. In the background you can see other people holding different placards too.
I wrote my poem back in 2020. It was also International Women’s Day too. I wanted to remind us that wherever we may be in the world, we have a bond of common experience. I’ve found it when travelling in parts of rural Greece and Spain and, when I moved to South Africa and met women from more diverse cultures and with very different life experiences, this connection came even more sharply into focus for me.
Another reason is for my lovely friend, Michnavs – Poetry by Mich. Here’s her powerful and beautiful book: After Rain Skies by Michelle Ayon Navajas. My review is here too.
the darkness is midnight the moon is misty and all the stars are hiding
the man stands staring in the distance his feet are poised should he stay or should he go?
a moment later the stars are back again the moon is radiant
his soul brings hope he straightens his hat it’s time to go
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Image credit: Darksouls 1 @ Pixabay
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a monochrome photo of a man wearing a suit and a hat, standing at the edge of a small stone bridge. The man is facing away from us. There is a full moon visible in the background and some trees. The whole scene is surrounded by fog.
I can see footprints but there is only me here trudging in the snow
a moment later and now there are two people that’s so much better
let’s walk together and do you know who it is? it’s Piglet and Pooh!
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Image credit:Moostapper@Pixabay For the visually challenged reader, this image showsa deep blue sky and mountains in the distance. The ground is covered by snow and a single track of footprints is seen headed towards the mountains.
She stared at the bridge looking at the train getting closer she walked along the metal grid as the train was almost here, as it closed the gap she grabbed the ledge, holding on hoping, wishing.
The water was deep below blazing in the wide river shimmering in the sun.
The last thing she said was ‘free my mind’ and she flung herself and fell down down gone.
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Image credit: Suefeldberg For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a wall graffiti painted on a metallic side of bridge; FREE YOUR MIND.
wave on wave, back and forth the moon clicking on, waxing and waning by month, by month, by month
the mind is drifting the spirit is dancing the body is shattered
but now the stars are sparkling flinging around with joy
this is freedom
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Image credit:Jona 162@ pixabay For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a figure of a young woman / girl sitting by the waterside. Part of her body is solid whilethe rest seems to be evaporating in vapour from.
Creeping out at dawn, she tiptoes barefoot over golden sand, gritty grains sliding between her toes. The sun, a crimson sliver, struggles to free itself from the horizon. She steps onto the jetty, its planks still moist with dew. Now, tugging softly at the mooring rope, she draws the boat towards her. With a brilliant flash, sunlight flares across the azure water bathing the bay in its gilded rays. She shades her eyes, tastes the salt on the breeze, inhales. Then, she drops lightly into the boat, casts off, and slips away into the morning.
her island awaits: magical voices whisper giving up secrets
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Image credit:Saffu@Unsplash The image showsa red motor boat anchored near a quay. There is a small buoyfloating near it. In the distance you can see a small island.
Is this the road I should be on the path I ought to follow? I feel as if I’ve lost my way caught up in toil and trouble.
I’m looking for a brighter path, one filled with joy, not sorrow. I place my hand upon the gate but still my heart is hollow.
So many years meandering I’ve drifted week to week, but maybe if I enter here I’ll find the place I seek.
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Image credit:Keith Hardy @ Unsplash The image showsa wrought iron gate with the words “the way” written on it. There’s a path beyond the closed gate leading into a tree-lined lane
In the dark hours the black pit opens yawning jaws have intent grim.
Demons lurk fingers flexing yellow-bellied monsters offer their embrace.
Regrets from the past fears for the future groping for every undefined concern.
Breathe deeply breathe again for all will be fine come the dawn.
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Image credit:Muhammed Hassan @ Unsplash The image shows a woman whose face has black streaks of mascara on her cheeks. She wears a sad expression and has her hands placed on her head.
An open road so many possibilities but without you I have no direction.
The way ahead beckons but without you I am lost.
We always trod life’s path together but now, without you I don’t know which way to turn.
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Image credit:Free photo The image shows a winding road, overhung by branches of a big tree. You can see greenery on both sides of the road and wildflowers.
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