ABOUT A WOMAN

This is so very beautiful. If you have the time, watch the gorgeously crafted video.

VOICES OF A HIDDEN SELF

Introduction

The following poem is about true love, a love that is both complete and all consuming, a love that those who know of it must surely be blessed. It is therefore not about a specific woman but is from my own experience, the words are how I describe this wonder.

The first verse is I feel self-explanatory. The following two verses I would like to explain for anyone who may be interested. The second verse is about how lovers become totally absorbed by the emotional, psychological and physical union they find themselves in, to the point that the rest of the world is superfluous. It is a solitude of utter peace and contentment, a comfort, a completeness that comes from knowing all about a person and accepting them in their entirety.

The second verse conveys the randomness, the chance, the confluence of paths and that sudden moment that all…

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POETRY FROM THE LADIES

So Nigel, has done a lovely thing of reading a few poems, including a couple of mine, to honour the contribution to the poetry world by women poets. I love how he does his readings, and feel moved to be a part of this beautiful post (with a dignified giggle at the end 🙂 )

VOICES OF A HIDDEN SELF

My dear friends, I have today for your delectation something rather special. It struck me how many wonderful, famous and celebrated poets are women compared to say artists in the world of painting.

This is something I’ve also noticed within our own circle, and so I feel both honoured & privileged to have been given permission by the following poets to recite their work. Below is just a small sample of the amazing art to be found and enjoyed.

If you’ve a favourite piece you’d like read I’m always looking to expand my ‘Alchemists of word’ section. Don’t be shy or humble for I’m not a critic or academic, just someone who loves the written word.

VIKTORIA AT    MY BLEEDING WORDS

Ashes Ashes – by Viktoria

The dimming cinders of my spirit

Lay glowing feebly in the night

The smoke escaped my every merit

The arsonist: life’s pain and…

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