For today's meditation, I have selected two passages from William Wordsworth's 'Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey' (1798) which to me describe perfectly the experience of meditation. It seems that Wordsworth had a mind naturally given to meditation. I recommend reading the whole poem, but these two passages will serve as today's guide:... Continue Reading →
How can they not know you?You whose voice moves meyou sing songs of truthto a world looking the other way. You whose voice moves meand moves all others who can hearhow can they not hear you? You sing songs of truthsome people do not want to hear the truthcomforted by denial. To a world looking... Continue Reading →
The distance within is greater than the distance withoutno doubt and no surpriseI feel a vastness like distances travelled on lazy Sunday afternoonsthe way the light played on the poola foundness and a lostness you’re gone now I know that I am mortalthe clock-tower tolls the hourlulls me towards my fenced-in end still no more... Continue Reading →
Cloud, like a smudge on the skyhigh above Trieste, Italy. Cloud, when you kissed me goodbyein own my mind, taking over me. Thick clouds of steam, as my eyestear up - Ah, how they stream of goodbye! How theysmudge my mascara. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Today Mish is hosting Quadrille, where we... Continue Reading →
I look at the world, a world which holds so many broken people and I crybecause I can’t fix all the broken people,no, I cannot fix so many,no matter what different strategies I try. I see the broken people on tvmy heart splinters into a thousand piecesbroken apart just like they arebecause I want to save them and... Continue Reading →
I thought I'd try something a little different today. This week, I have been struggling with PMDD, so I have been spending a lot of time practising meditation. I listen to a lot of guided meditations online, but I've never found one which uses poetry as its basis. I think this is a shame, because... Continue Reading →
As the magnetic resonance flashes up an imageof zeros and onesconverted to an imageon a computer screenso I can seethe chambers of my brainI ask now ‘Am I only... Continue reading at MasticadoresUSA. I have been writing a lot about life and death recently. Perhaps it is because of the pandemic, which has brought this topic... Continue Reading →
So quiet and desolatethere the forest stands,like a disarmed soldier staresbeyond, with empty hands. No longer does it roar nor shrinkbeneath the distant sun -as in a waking dream of kingsbeneath the mountain, Krn. Alas, by wind, by waterall my joy has fled…as barren as nature’s evening mistby twilight silence fed. As there within the... Continue Reading →
I write my heart out down the page in big, bold letters: HereEverAfterReadTruth I also write my truth. What is my truth? ToReceive Understanding Travel Here Travel where? To the: Compass-defyingEternalNeverlandTidalReciprocalEden If I’d used American English, this would have read ‘Eden Reciprocal.’ Perhaps it would have sounded better. Still, it’s the same place: the centre of a black... Continue Reading →
I walk the streets once more and feelthe freedom of the cityafter being absent for so longfreedom ofsweltering summer heatsweating in the shade andaching swollen feetfreedom of anonymity freedom of all life in one dayfreedom of history mingled with modernityfreedom is salty sweat-tangfreedom is sunlit streetfreedom is the rhythm ofhuman life, imperfect yet perfect for todayI feelthe freedom... Continue Reading →
