System theory

Art is the system learning about itself It is learning that its actions have consequences It is learning that what it values changes as energy moves through its being Art offers the systems opportunities to check and review It is why artists express their inner world It is why writers and poets write about beauty,Continue reading “System theory”

Winged

What if we are angels in training? Each a step closer to our wings Although these wings are not feathery and light They are made of the strongest substance in the Universe, forged by experience and powerful learning They are every colour of our emotions They are soft to touch after lifetimes of abrasion YetContinue reading “Winged”

The formula for Gratitude

Want to know what gratitude feels like? Take away the every day… Take away getting ready for work Take away opening jars, making tea, standing while it brews Take away hats, scarves, sunglasses, flipflops Take away cosy chats, feisty debates, gossiping girls Take away walking, running, cycling, swimming Take away everything you never knew youContinue reading “The formula for Gratitude”

Composure

Yesterday I had that moment all aspiring writers have.  “Why I am doing this?  Am I even any good?  Am I just indulging myself? Should I even bother sharing my work?” I allowed myself some time to reflect on this, to ask the question without a furious search for the right answer.  Instead I rememberedContinue reading “Composure”

Sadness is the colour blue

Sadness is the colour blue. That shade of midnight. When the Sun has gone as deep as it can go and the faintest stars blaze like the strongest suns. Happiness is Yellow. Bright buttercup yellow. Like the swimming costume I wore when I was five playing in our paddling pool keeping cool in the heatwaveContinue reading “Sadness is the colour blue”

Wake

Normally I am Little Miss Hopeful, relentlessly optimistic about humanity and our future. Some days, days like the day I wrote the first “movement” of this poem, drops of despair and confusion trickle through and for a while it becomes that much harder to find the light. I wrote Wake after reading my morning news,Continue reading “Wake”