Poem

Essence

To the moon,
to the stars,
to the sun,
to the earth.

We feel, we fight.
We love, we hurt.
We heal, we learn.

We make a mark,
unique to the soul.
Blessing those we touch,
with our laughter and our life.

Rising with our hopes,
falling with our demons,
believing with our faith,
embracing all we can.

With laughter, with smiles,
we say goodbye,
with memories made well,
and legacies that live on.

To the moon,
to the stars,
to the sun,
to the earth.

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Alive

With the dawn, we rise.

But it is with the night

that we come alive.

Our true self realised

with dreams fast escaping,

seeping into reality,

becoming just a memory,

faster than we are ready.

Empty

Slightly burnt, with crusts a little too thick. 

The last of the butter, evenly spread.

A little sweeter, perhaps? Too bland otherwise. 

Is there anything left in the cupboard? 

Jam, marmite, lemoncurd?

Maybe the marmite. 

Some will hate but others will love. 

They’ll say the taste is too strong. 

Lingers. 

They’ll have their opinions. They’ll say. 

But still they will take, despite their talk. 

And when there’s nothing left, they’ll move onto the next,

leaving nothing but a few crumbs and an empty shelf. 

Street folk

A sharp scream that pierced the night,
echoing through the neighbourhood.
Its owner unknown, hidden amongst the black.
The street folk shifted, sensing something but not wanting to know.
Hands in pockets, gazes cast down, they shuffle forwards.
One more time, louder in the growing darkness.
Quick glance, one foot in front of the other.
Hurry now. Try not to be the last.