Today's post comes in the form of a poem for #worldpoetryday ✏️💛✏️💛✏️
Depending what the week does bring,
My working day can be made up of many a thing.
Usually at my desk with a 2nd cup of tea by 8 o'clock,
I put @bbc6musicbreakfast on & open my inbox to take stock.
I assess what shop orders I need to make & post,
Before considering an extra slice of toast.
Next I'll give my social media some scheduling attention,
And then think about eating a lovely iced bun.
I honestly don't dream of food as much as I say,
But this is a poem and anything goes, wayhey!
Next up this is where it can vary,
But don't worry the poem won't get scary.
I may be making your shop orders ready to send out,
Or designing something new to tell you all about.
Other days I wear my freelance copywriting hat, Writing anything from an About page to headlines, sublines & this & that.
I also write posts for my creative blog,
And dream of the day when I'll get a Dachshund dog.
Lots of admin happens that is really quite boring,
Honestly, if I say, you'll soon be snoring!
I end my working day with a long walk over the fields via the post box,
Before returning home to change my muddy shoes & socks.
I'll next get cooking something tasty for tea,
And then start relaxing with my knitting in front of the tv.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring,
Maybe something new and rather exciting!
It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been unconscious...
Let the grief go free and wild.
Feel the motions of tenderness all around you
I’m sitting outside in Nosara, Costa Rica, listening to a symphony of frogs and insects singing to the setting sun. Still feeling the effects of the Pisces New Moon, which has been supporting us in deep healing, mending our connection to ourselves, the Earth, and the Cosmos… the ground beneath us, along with immeasurable vastness and interdependence. Hope you’ve had some time to tune into it too. You can read about yesterday's powerful New Moon in my article if you haven’t yet. Link in bio ✨
Image: Horst P. Horst, Calla Aethiopica (Phallic Lily) NY, 1945
*For the special someone*
It wasn’t as if I was calling out for help
I had learnt to embrace the darkness
the opaque exhausting mirage of blackness - blackness all around
trickled down these walls
drop by succulent drop
eating it all up
and I loved it
I loved how it consumed me
I was a buffet on my own pyre and I was thrilled
Then the light came
and scared it away
When I was ready to be one with the twilight of my life,
the sun rose again -
brighter than ever before
chewing at the seams of the shade - spitting it out
with the bare threads hanging to burn themselves off in the luminosity
and there was light again
I fell head over heels for the spring of life one more time
for the dewy nectar of youth
and clear skies
I hope this isn’t a dream
I hope this isn’t a dream
And if it is
I wish not to wake up
🇺🇸 Poem by @poetryandpourovers
“I’ve just grown tired.
Tired of running after you.
Tired of being the air
to fill your lungs.
When in return, all you do
is leave me out of breath”
Use the hashtag #soulsofpoets for a feature
“Speak word of the world”
In the end we'll all be deceased. So should we really waste our time creating peace? In the end nothing we did in our life time will matter, all of everything will just shatter. Who we knew and what we did, will all become just an idea of utter bliss. So do the things you want, don’t let society lead you on. Never feel like you have to follow the trend because what you do won’t really matter in the end.