Diagnosis, On A Sunday Morning

by | May 8, 2013 | Poetry

Monotonous Coughing, spluttering. Sirens of babies, whimper. Chairs lined up like soldiers in the hospital white. Diagnosis, on a Sunday morning. Waiting, Aching, Waiting, Watching. Lights dim, low music soothes. Disinfectant fumes, burn my morning eyes. Blood,...

A Sunday Afternoon

by | Oct 21, 2012 | Poetry

I sit here, enjoying the peaceful tranquillity of the woods. Silence, almost. Only the symphony of bird song is with me here. I feel nature and it’s presence all around me: I feel liberated. I feel free. Lost in the woods with a notebook and pen and I can write...