https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2026/04/friday-writing-224-just-desserts.html The melted chocolate warms my tongue Slides down my gullet – like a velvet glove Or a tender kiss Rich and delicious – satiating for body and mind It is not as awakening as vanilla creme but still, it is a comfort Perhaps it can also be grated over another dessert Marshmallows, ice creams,…

https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2026/04/when-nature-takes-your-breath-away.html The lake is like pink penicillin – gulped down with frequency in childhood years It was like strawberries which made me keep on drinking it Discreetly and happily – Despite the fact that it rotted my teeth Opening the top myself made me giggle Perhaps it was my first medicine Longer lists of them…

Looking at – Gerard Sekoto, Woman With Downcast Eyes (1955) There is a richness in your cheeks A secret strength – a power that you will always hold – No matter what When you feel safe enough to lift up your eyes They will glow like burning embers Carry you far – to kinder lands and kinder…

As my war quietly settles I still dig deep for victory Every day can have small triumphs  Magical moments to celebrate  Perhaps in time I will dig the soil  Pant some bluebells and snowdrops – Digging deep inside yields treasure  How lucky I still can

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2026/04/friday-writings-223-why-bother.html Sometimes it feels futile to bother When walls -inside and out – either get built Or come tumbling down When safety and wellness bends in the wind When just being can be painful There is always a little reward for trying however A hot cup of tea, a morning cake – an owl in…

I consider the ‘peanut crunching crowd’ watching Such days are disappearing like ink dipped in water Distant, less important – I am in the painting but not seen (completely) Now my colours are building – becoming more solid – like a statue Smooth, contoured and considered – briefly at least No need any more to…

https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2026/04/yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html Yesterday is a benevolent dream It flowed like a river, clear and full of fish Birds on the banks calling I can’t say it was different or bold But it was my day And for that I am thankful Today is another path to tread Perhaps there will be contentment An afternoon nap A…

Where does love go when you feel empty inside When even your bones and teeth ache for what could have been That simple question before the doors closed – ‘Would you’… Perhaps it has flown into a robin’s song An owl calling in the night The whole world coming alive again After love has gone…

‘Publication – is the AuctionOf the Mind’Once I thought it was important for my words to fall on paper. I toiled and foiled wondering what was important. Alice, Wonderland, potions and cakes. But when it was written down – held in my hands – I realised how wrong it felt. It was a (mis)adventure -…