prune and hope

twisted frame

twisted and broken

forced out of shape

the foundations are mangled

held together with tape

no blossoms, no beauty

can come from this mess

one hope remains

one way to redress

cut everything back

let the old branches die

see if the roots

are all rotten inside

when the darkness abates

the gales whisper not roar

when there’s warmth

then the buds may just blossom once more


TwistedTwisted mind

twisted soul

I’ve got lost in the turns

twists and twirls

my mind has taken

I look at my hands

and they seem separate


my mind twists

again I’m not myself

time is needed to adjust

once I do I can function

until it once again



turns me against myself

the sense is lost


it’s the witching hour


Awake with a start

from a snooze on the sofa

It’s witching hour and my mind spins

a sudden remembrance

of work left unfinished

Quick! press the button

to arouse the technology

place it back on my lap

where it spends so much time

numbers and letters spin off fingertips

living up to the expectations

piled on my shoulders

Now the window to the world is reopened

It calls to me

begging to show it’s addictive images

to let me speak

to those who would understand


The avalanche looms


The world is bleached

all colours lost

the mist surrounding me

encasing me from pain

and yet

Through the fog I see

the flurries of memories falling

drifting to the ground

ready to make me slip

come crashing to the ground

with nothing to break my fall

except icy thoughts

the fog is lifting

it’s protection waning

as my mind comes back to the world

and that pile of memories

above my head

threatens its avalanche

needing just one noise

one word

one movement

to bring it crashing down

to cover me and leave me

cold and encased

curled underneath it

whispering for help 

as my strength leaves me

frozen with fear and anger

from those insignificant memories

so small yet so many

Beware of the poets…**Trigger warning**

It amazes me how words can affect us, whether positively or negatively they are powerful. This morning I have been reminded by this by a few things and there are some words that I wanted to have in my blog that always move me both good and bad.

The first is by W.H.Auden a poet from the early 20th century and I’m sure you’ll recognise the poem

W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

This poem sums up how I felt when I heard my Grumpa had passed away and without fail when I hear it will bring tears to my eyes.

On this tack a beautiful song next, it sends shivers down my spine when I hear it and always feel him near me (his name was Daniel) especially when played on brass.



Now be warned I’m a bit of a Metalhead and love my rock music. This next one is by a band that seems to tell my story in their music and it seems to sum up how I feel about relationships…



When I need bolstering up, especially in the car this one moves me and get’s me going. It’s a bit triggering as the words deal with some nasty topics but the message in it…oh man it works for me. ‘Hey man I’m alive, I’m taking each day a night at a time, yeah I’m down but I know I’ll get by’…sums it up really lol.



One I send out to my friends on a regular basis even though I don’t always realise it….they seem to pick up on it and understand that I need them even when I won’t admit it 😉



I own a book of the poetry of Robert Burns and some of them are beautiful, many are about women and this one…well I’ve often felt this and he says it so well.

Love In The Guise Of Friendship

Talk not of love, it gives me pain,
For love has been my foe;
He bound me in an iron chain,
And plung’d me deep in woe.

But friendship’s pure and lasting joys,
My heart was form’d to prove;
There, welcome win and wear the prize,
But never talk of love.

Your friendship much can make me blest,
O why that bliss destroy?
Why urge the only, one request
You know I will deny?

Your thought, if Love must harbour there,
Conceal it in that thought;
Nor cause me from my bosom tear
The very friend I sought.

Robert Burns
I could probably go on for a long time with this but I’ll have to have a cut off point somewhere so I’ll finish with one last poem that will hopefully relieve some of the gloom contained in this post….
The Smile Virus
Author unknown
Smiling is infectious,
you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin
When he smiled I realized
I’d passed it on to him .I thought about that smile
then I realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine
could travel round the earth.So, if you feel a smile begin,
don’t leave it undetected
Let’s start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!

So smile everyone and have a good day, embrace the positive words that surround you and let the negative ones be batted away by this kittens (and hopefully) your smile!