https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2026/04/friday-writings-222-legacies.html I am not concerned with what I may leave behind But rather what I make of today – How I am to people What I may make them feel – If anything at all – Either is fine I do not expect many years to come But I would like what I am gifted…

https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2026/04/this-poem.html This poem is my voice – A songbird in a cage A glass of water aching for the ocean A coin waiting to be spent (wisely) I am not sure when I started writing this poem Perhaps it has been forever – since I never could speak out loud It is a constant –…

Wendell Berry’s “Grace” (1967) “Be still. Be still”  I remember sitting in the church entrance The sign read – ‘Be calm, be still’ Those simple words kept me falling from grace – from this world It’s simple message cut through the chattering And the darkness of how I felt It made me smile. It made me…

Wake up lazybones it’s a brand new day There are primroses on the path And rain clouds floating by A new blue coat and matching shoes We can walk now without falling over  Much to see, much to do The future lies close ahead. 

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2026/04/friday-writings-221-april-quotes.html?sc=1775188994003#c7463318858186861231 ” It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke  I collect words and phrases like picking up pebbles from the beach Or plucking the juiciest berries from the bushesI like how words can carry you – hold you safe Even when the world feels out…

https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2026/04/truth.html I wonder whether the day will go ahead – It feels like a child – born, lost, needing peace and safety – Silent, elemental anger and rage  Never have my family spoken in a free and positive way Truth is I have hobbled my way in (and out) of this life  Not really enough…

Spring knocks early on my door Her cheeks glow like melting butter A fresh bloom of daffodils lined up upon the window sills And sturdy, concrete wall It is nice to wake to light – to have more hours in the day to read and write Even the birds chirrup with a spring in their…

I remember the years of Alice. Following her down the rabbit hole. Chasing his cotton-wool tail. I never quite understood why we were always running – always late.  It left me quite at sea. No life-boat in the madness.  A Wonderland that started as a game but overtook my thoughts.  Now, I step outside of…

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2026/03/friday-writings-220-feeling-deeply.html I remember the wind chimes on Euclid Heights Boulevard  The place I fell in love in and equally fell out of life in I was dreaming, dreaming, dreaming  Watch the drying cement they called – I had not noticed them working I was so absorbed in being – living the dream Funny really, how…

https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2026/03/child-children.html I am learning how to wrap my arms around my child That part of me that was reduced to ashes  (Little did they know that I would rise again)  It is both hard and simple  I cannot do what I never learnt  All I know is that I need comfort – Warmth, flavour, kindness,…