Beware of a woman who is
Silent and Smiling
She is lethal.
19/6/2019

My mind is a museum of unlighted bulbs,
It's dark and murky,
Please help me clear my mind,
And return it to its original clarity.

For some it was poetry
   For me, it was bits and pieces of you
   More of you...and less of me
No, it was everything about you

Never trust anyone completely,
Even your shadow abandons  you in the dark.
28/4/2019

Nurture your strength and let it freely grow
Gather your spirit, paddle your own canoe
The  darkest storms and all the wildest waves
Spiralling winds,  the strongest gales
All these torments, disillusions and dismays
Easy and strong paddles keep you adrift and unafraid

If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry

In my hours of bliss
Here in this world full of words
In my time of grief
You’re my poem I’ll always write
and the story of my life