Flow
Girl and man; Daughter and Father; Family. Water between them; Love flows like water; Two people connected. Continue reading Flow
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Blue Eyes
Originally posted on Diary of a Person Being Human:
This is me flying by the seat of my pants as they say, experimenting with channelling a poem on the spot on camera. Despite the odd hiccup, the imagery in my own mind was very strong and so was the sentiment. I’d be interested to know if any of you can feel the energy and emotion that I was feeling while filming, as you listen to it Also if anyone has any ideas or requests for me to recite any of my past poetry on either blog, or stories, posts,… Continue reading Blue Eyes
A Bed Time Story
Originally posted on Diary of a Person Being Human:
Misguided as I sometimes feel I mean no harm to any soul. I mean only To send good wishes, to stray only where my heart leads me, Then to wend my way back to where home is. If I should appear upon your step, bearing gifts in my two hands Know that I do so because you called me forth To tell you of your forgotten stories, your loves and losses, And tales of beginnings with no endings. If you usher me away, I will have said my piece, Played my… Continue reading A Bed Time Story
Snapshot stories – The Ineffable Mr. Andrews (part two)
I see you here and I’m counting the minutes, tick-tock, tick-tock. I know I’ve got you in the palm of my hand as always, but I never know which way you’re going to go. I want to talk to you about stuff, but I never know how to approach you without making it sound like I’m chatting you up, or something. I’m a bit sheepish and dog-eared like that. I’m busy but I want to stop and chat, find out what you’ve been doing with your day. Married people do that, but we’re not married! I don’t even really know what you look … Continue reading Snapshot stories – The Ineffable Mr. Andrews (part two)
Snap-shot Stories – The Infallible Mr. Andrews (part one)
If I could measure my life against the worth of your wisdom, I would indeed be saved from all this pain. Leading me away as you do upon a merry path, I am apt to forget what I came here for. You are not the cause, and I know that you mean well. You are but the instigator of the charge that leads me else-where when I should be here and present with the life that I know I have. But I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to go knowing that I have wronged you in some … Continue reading Snap-shot Stories – The Infallible Mr. Andrews (part one)
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