Roshnii

Moon Mind Stars look like birds Feet tread softly Walking the night path Whisper of wind urges me on.

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Pebble on my path, you trap my toe and make me question which way I am going. Pebble, you set me free – my fingers curl around your coolness, which sips the warmth of the sun. When I hold you, I am taken into a quiet place beyond myself. In and around myself, an openness [...]

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• Tags: pebble, quiet, seashore

I write because when I write blood runs on to the page and forms rivulets that merge into an ocean. A sea – a jumble of words with all their twists, turns, curves and corners. Words that sit together comfortably like old grandmothers. Words that curl around each other, scaly like lizards’ tails. Words that [...]

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• Tags: heart, ink, inner source, passion, romance, words, writing

Swans glide, wings beat deep and wide – carving their migratory path through the south sky. Sparrows dive in the wind’s slipstream. Beaks pierce the clouds like the skin of a dream. Soap bubble floats up high. Round window of rainbow light. Tree branches finger the sun. At their feet, a thinker bends his mind [...]

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• Tags: bubble, dream, sky, sparrows, swans, thinking, trees

She sits, dipping into the quiet spaces that dwell between the thoughts – collage of sounds and pictures that clutter the cerebral walls. The quiet spaces – cool refreshing pools formed by the rainwater that falls, sometimes a trickle, sometimes a torrent, on the earth. Where the water falls, seeds planted lifetimes ago find nourishment [...]

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• Tags: meditation

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• Tags: magpie, morning, secrets, tide

A white coin Hangs in the sky. It turns and turns Like a twinkling eye. Spreads its light Through houses and dens And crosses the land Over fields and fens.

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• Tags: moon light fields

She looked down at her knees and sighed and cried and wished she were thin and that the birds outside would stop their whining. The leaves hung limp from the branches like discarded clothes. She tried to force a smile but her cheeks burned with misery and she could not remember how to turn the [...]

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• Tags: leaving, misery, sadness, teabag, waiting, woman

Shadows fall on the ground Draw dark lines Across the children’s faces Like tribal markings of holy men Who crouch over a fire Stirring worries And thick magic Into a spewing bubbling pool Of liquid lava. Their eyes flash like fireflies In the darkness And draw out the spirits of the dead From the leaf [...]

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Like a cocoon of silk Wrapped in jewels Her hair Wisped in the wind A shell curled round a string Like a forgotten thing A talisman Of ancient wonderings

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