Sometimes I wish I could be like a tree – a documentation of growing pains.

Sometimes I wish I could be like a tree.

If I were a tree at least I’d know my purpose (or I wouldn’t know I had one).

But instead I’m here, not still but not moving, questioning…

Who am I supposed to be?

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Things the trees told me – A poem

Today the trees told me
That when their branches creak above me
It means they’re listening
And if I hear them whispering
They’re talking about me.
Today the trees told me
All the things they overhear
When we’re near enough
And our minds are loud
Every thought we think is clear.
The trees talked and listened to me today

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My front porch – A poem

Whenever my breath feels stale but I need to breathe, I sit on my front porch (preferably in the early morning But sometimes afternoon) Only when it’s sunny (Usually I have to squint my eyes but I don’t mind) It cleanses me in a funny sort of way (Even when it’s loud with endless planes…

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Grey skies and no rain – A poem

This is one of my favourite poems in my new book, ‘Messages in Bottles (hoping happiness replies)’. By the way, it’s not actually about grey skies or rain.

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Time spent still – A poem

There is time spent still
And time spent running
You are still
You are quiet

You are in between
You are a breath
You are fresh air and petrichor
You are an escape

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Deep predictive text conversations about life and death and everything in between

These are some little prose poems written using (mostly) solely iPhone predictive text. I think these are so fun to do and I especially like starting with a prompt and seeing the different outcomes. These are just some of my favourites

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Used to – A Poem

I got used to the way
The wind in the chimneys
Sounded like ghosts.
You get used to all the things
That scare you
Disappoint you
Hurt you
When they’ve happened
So many times
Yet got no further than
The fright
The disappointment
The pain.

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