by Emma-Jane Barlow | May 8, 2013 | Poetry
Hitting the cold pavement with my flip-flops. Southern sun. Beating down on my pale exterior. Soft whispers in the wind, tranquillity, warmth. Waves reaching toes of joyful children. Hospitality exchanged. Strangers have welcoming smiles. Trees hold hands, cooling...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | May 8, 2013 | Poetry
Birdsong, liberated. In the hands of mother nature. Lost in thought, in the trees, in life, in mind. Golden crunch, under my soles. Toxin cleanse – joy and peace. No restriction to the adventure of Sundays. Squirrels roam, they paint a happy picture. At home – they...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Feb 4, 2012 | Poetry
Sinking, like a boat on troubled waters, on a dark December’s night, I cry. Hollow chest awakened, flooded with blue. Sinking, Ice cold snowflakes fall on the window pane. Sinking, on a dark December’s...
