This is a page from my journal. The title of the poem is inspired by a quote from Jane Austen's, Persuasion. I know something of what the young soldier feels in the midst of battle;know something too, of the kind of hope a fortune teller can provide.In the grand chaos, I meditate before the silent… Continue reading Half agony, half hope
There's a crack in the stained glass panes in the old, ancestral home. Her staircases of old wood still stand guard, weary yet awake, waiting for some semblance of lost time to run up towards the double-doored rooms, that now house only an essence of thick, perfumed English coats, gramophones, sitars, records, books, antiques and… Continue reading Home
Thought I'd share a laugh, with my greetings, as the year comes to a close, by sharing an old poem which I found in a diary I maintained through 2007-2010. It is clearly inspired by my years studying in a Victorian convent, the books I read and my growing adoration for the Bard - and… Continue reading Dear reader…
Every fragment of the heart lay beating within these barrier eyes learning to refuse outpour roles reversed as the responsible became the responsibility and I chained to company yet utterly alone... No reproof, no corrections for my mistakes, no lessons however I squander away my life is mine to choose yet I must pay in… Continue reading Scream
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