Magic July 5, 2021July 4, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment Take darkness and you’ll make light You are a magician, in your own right. And should there be a tower, Let it crumble For you are the one who made the earth rumble.
Cocooning June 30, 2021July 26, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment I’ve been cocooning, Getting ready to fly. For while I’m here, I’m still growing, Just biding my time.
Green June 25, 2021July 26, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment Green is the colour of trees Grass, stems, leaves and moss. Green is also the heart Pure, peace, grace and serenity. Green grows as the heart does, Gently, gently, And unyieldingly.
Dark June 23, 2021July 26, 2022 buildpoetry1 Comment There are so many things I want to fix. Because everything is imperfect, And everything dark seeks light. But I only have two hands, So sometimes I think to hell with it And watch it be consumed by the dark. How funny that we’ve all, Missed our mark.
Sand June 8, 2021June 2, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment I’m lying on the sand, Covered by the shade. I can hear the waves and the birds, As their voices fade. The children are laughing, Running with their spades. How lucky am I to be alive I prayed.
Not ready June 3, 2021June 2, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment The day is bright, But I’m not ready. So I’ll dive under the blankets, And pretend I’ve got all the time in the world. Warm, warm, How could I bear to leave home?
Joy May 20, 2021July 26, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment The wind sometimes sneaks through The small opening of the window. It moves through the curtains, And then gently, gently, Onto the wind chime. For us to notice, And to remind us to look up And notice the joy all around us. For it notices our sadness, In times of darkness.
Timelessness May 18, 2021May 7, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment When I think of timelessness, I think of eight year old me. Running in the garden, Catching ladybirds, And digging for worms. Did she think of time, The way that I do now?
Home May 11, 2021May 10, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment I can hear the pitter-patter Against my window, As the wind howls longingly. The trees in the far distance Sways from side to side. Does it miss home, As much as I do?
Mud May 7, 2021July 26, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment The mud is dirty Grimy and toxic. It is a soul-sucking kind of hell. But in that hell, Pour essence onto roots And one day, it will finally shoot. For the lotus has eventually bloomed, From the lessons it learnt since womb.