GENTLE WORDS

You are kind

I am kinder

You are a flower

I am a bee

To grow, you need me

You are colours

I am the light

You are a river

I am the sea

We will merge

Eventually

You are the sky

I am the sun

You are the stars

I am the universe

Shine bright while you blaze

For all of your days

And collapse when you’re done

And remember we’re ONE

I am beyond

All you can see

I am there

When you think you are small

Everything’s LOVE

And my LOVE has no walls

I

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STICK GIRL

on the crest of the hill she rages

head back

jaws wide

screaming

a badly drawn

stick figure

red triangular dress

scribble-rushed

on the crest of the hill she leaks

tear fountains

eyes ragged

flooding

face smudged

stick girl

line-feet

line-legs

on the crest of the hill she’s seen

stick girl

an ill-considered doodle

animating

drawn bad

drawn wrong

paper-bound

shredding

on the crest of the hill she’s heard

heart bleeding

chest hitching

despairing

but to those in the valley below

where life is stilled by snow

no one is so bold

as to be anything but cold

in towns and cities elsewhere

there is no discerning no care

nobody grasps

the things that she rasps

as she rips out her scratchy lead-hair

4 Comments

Tia L March 4, 2025 I love this! It’s really quirky & odd & also we can all feel like a forgotten doodle sometimes. Great poem thank you 🤩 written.
J S March 16, 2025 Wow. Stick
Girl!
Wow! 😀
Izzy April 2, 2025 I love this. It’s really different

2 Comments

Sarah Griffin January 23, 2025 So lovely
Tia January 24, 2025 Haven’t been back for a while but glad I looked cos I just love this! Simple and sweet – perfect

SONG OF THE EMPATH

Be free

I said and lowered my head.

Be free.

I drew in a breath,

Not sure if it was yours or mine,

This wind that wisps in fast

Is cold in my thudding heart and

Consists of nothing from the start.

Be strong

I said, and let out the breath,

Spiralling up like a whirling light.

Be strong.

It was not me – that breath I drew –

It was you. And this, I already knew.

Your tears were long and fast and wet.

Your heart splintered – fragmented jet.

Be strong.

I cried with you, but you brushed on past,

Not knowing me.

Be – me.

Two others skip by; I laugh and laugh.

A contrast to your pain.

A respite for me – a respite of joy. They frolic off

While I watch you go,

Turning the corner of the road. Gone.

The pain burns out like a withering match. And

I am me again. Pure me.

Me – be.

You’ll never know, I was right there

With you. You’ll never know

Who I am. Nor that I am alive.

You’ll never know that I got you – it was fleeting

But I got you. For a split moment in time

We shared one breath

And you buffered in my heart with weeping wings.

I hope you find peace. I hope your pain

Disintegrates like ice on hot sand. Warmed by the life-giving sun.

I won’t remember you. And you don’t know me.

You are but one of the many breaths that I breathe.

But all our breaths are one.

6 Comments

Heather Busch March 27, 2024 So amazing! I loved every line
Tia Lumsley March 27, 2024 This brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
Sam Beeching March 27, 2024 Gorgeous and soothing! True art.
Sarah Griffin March 28, 2024 Really lovely! Read it lots of times and it gets better each time.
Harry April 1, 2024 Spoken like a true empath 🫶🏻
J S December 22, 2024 All our breaths are one! Great line!

I AM – Copyright (C) N. M. Sirett – The Lightworks Passages

I AM

Allow me to introduce myself

I am the toll of the bell

The berry on the branch

The reptile in the sea

And the jewel in the mountain

I am dusk and I am dawn

I live and breathe in the very air

The ozone

The trees

I am in the stars

I am the cosmos

I am in you

I AM

And I am you

And him

And her

That and this

For I am in everything and I am with all of you all the time

I am the omnipresent

The one who comes to set you free

I am the blossom that floats on unseen channels and drifts slowly into the hearts and minds of every being

I am a thought

A spark

An idea

A flowing spring that bubbles and stirs near the volcano’s edge

I am crisp

Light

Air

Over a mountain range

I am birdsong hidden in the trees

The ripening tune of dawn

I am everywhere and nowhere

I am never alone

You are always with me

We are one

No matter how many times you run or hide

I will find you

For there is no place for you to go where I cannot see you

Feel you

Think you

Be you

You are mine

I am always yours

I am the perfect dream that lasts for ever – entrenched in your heart

Your friend, your guide, your perfect love, your deepest, kindest aspirations, your humanity

I am peace

I will never let you go

I will stare into your eyes

Into the depths of your soul

And

KNOW YOU

For I will never let you down

I will never destroy you

Nor will I watch you come undone or walk away

I will never desert you

I will never force you

Interfere

But just call upon me and I will comfort you

Keep you warm and safe

In an imperfect in-perfect world

Its design

Perfect

I am the easel in which you paint a masterpiece

And master peace

I am ultimate

I am friend

I am love

And you are

I AM

Comments

Sarah Griffin February 28, 2022 Just beautiful
Harry March 9, 2022 Love this !

Helena of Athens

Growing up in Hermia’s shadow,

Thin-skinned

Susceptible

To this farce unfolding before my eyes.

The forest’s cover shelters me,

And I remain invisible

To watch

What I do not want to see.

This power in nature

Which, if only ever stems

From the juice of a flower,

Is not worth tasting.

Your erratic glances

Moving at angles,

Swerving away along another path. Mocking my tender sentiments

And subjugating my assurances.

Thus, rendering me

Obsolete. And so,

To prevent such a pounding,

I remain in the shadows of the forest of Athens.

Carefully eluding

The juice that drips

From Love in Idleness –

A seemingly deadly flower

And

As a result, the misjudged aim of Cupid’s bow.

The Land of the Sleeping Lions

You can come to the land of the sleeping lions,

Where the great beasts never stir,

You can stay and do whatever you please

And at no time ruffle their fur.

You can live in the land of the sleeping lions,

The nook that sundry seek,

And bang your uproarious, deafening drum,

Dream pipes are buried so deep.

Oh, this fair land of sleeping lions

Is so fertile, you’ll do well,

To know that your bounties will prosper,

When you sip from its purest well.

Don’t dismiss all the folktales of glory,

From times that have since gone.

And their champion ways,

From the good ol’ days, filled with laughter, mirth, and song.

There’s no need for sweet lullabies

To keep the big cats in a snooze,

The earth could shake, and they still would not wake,

So, what do you stand to lose?

Dwell on in the land of the lions,

They will ignore you so.

And you’ll feel at ease in its heavenly breeze,

Fickle tides of rain, sun, and snow.

But if you bring dark ages to linger,

And sew them through the years,

Be cautioned – do be ginger

With a sleeping lion’s tears.

You’d do well to remember,

Upon your footsteps tred

Carefully as a whispering tree,

In the land of the lions so dead.

You can visit the land of the sleeping lions,

Their warm heartbeats slow-soft,

Their ears are silent muffs

And their minds have flown aloft.

You can put down camp or build a house,

Here in the land of the lion,

And feel so warm in the scarlet dawn,

With its chivalrous shield of iron.

A warm welcome to all! Pray, do have a ball!

There’s no vetting, no passport, no sifting…

And the lions don’t know what fruit you will grow,

They are, all of them, too busy drifting…

Yet, one word of warning to all:

Do adhere,

Lend an ear

Dear friends…

May your conducts keep you good

And well in your hearts

If not, make amends.

For the day will come –

Away now! Run! –

When the bleeding cup,

Will wake the lions up.

The White Rose

Be Still

And you will see,

A single white rose.

Be Still

And you will find,

It has purity.

It knows no good,

It knows no bad,

It only knows its Maker.

Unaffected by pestilence,

And as white as light,

Waxen in its

Delicate surroundings

It sits

On an arrow-like bush…

Unapproachable,

Yet beautiful,

Engaging the light.

And yet there shall always be the eyes

Seeing only the thorns:

The secateurs

Smiling sweetly

As they

Snip, snip, snip.

Yet God’s sagacious designs maintain its rebirth.

Thus, enabling it to grow once more,

With even more vigour than before…

A most defiant bloom!

Sabbatum Gold

Thrust out from the pattering roadside,

Chest up,

Nose north,

Sleeping…

Knocked from consciousness

That bright, autumnal morning,

With stone eyes fixed.

Sky bound.

With an outstretched,

Auburn, regal and

Spread-eagled cloak;

A cosy blanket to lie upon,

She did not stir. There on the road

She would wither on.

Direct honey beams

Shone as rich as solid gold bars,

And as level as spirits,

Pouring in through a haze

Of panelled tree lines:

A natural stave outlining a platinum track.

One zillion spotlights spilled

Through tawny branches

And spangled twigs.

An elaborate, luminous set,

That freely provided splendour

To the place where,

The little creature slept.

A velvet vixen: ginger-brown, with a soft, white breast.

Sadly her ruby-smudged undercoat

Had already surrendered.

No more, would the traveller catch

A glimpse of her bushy tail

Swiftly disappearing between two

Hedgerows. Or that fence…

Ginger’s fur apparel was

Fanned out like bat wings.

Jet black was the nose aimed sharply at heaven,

Foraging for immortality; some esoteric flora,

Beyond the road I travelled along.

Her eerie night call silenced,

Her animation stilled,

She rested there, as bright as the dawn,

Spun gold and beautiful as the new day.

Oh how could she leave behind such prettiness?

In the sun’s light she sparkled

With dewdrops, glistening perfectly.

The morning mists hung heavy on the grass,

Freshly frosted and cool…

Thin trunks gently swayed

Their burnt ochre branches

Lazily, and waved me upon my way.

They moved deliberately,

Outside of time. Their natural navigation,

Redirected my route,

Like tree police at the scene of an accident and

Whispering… “Move along now madam, there’s nothing to see here”.

I wondered, was there magic afoot?

So the journey continued,

The scene altered, and new things shifted into play.

I could see him, we were

Eye to eye for an elongated second,

A beady brown look,

Prickles aloft;

Good morning to the hedgehog.

He greeted me in his woodish manner,

Inwardly and without sound he spoke.

Nature’s great mystery,

With its surrounding magic,

Introduced us.

And so we connected…

And then I was gone.

I drove on and into the increasing light of the ascending star,

Rising above me and lighting my path.

Leaves bustled and bounced across my bonnet.

Dancing maroons, crimsons, berry reds, limes and lemons;

A crispy rainbow to keep company with,

And I pondered…

Was it the light that struck my windscreen so?

Was it the wind that whistled softly at my car door?

Was it the contented fox or the hedgehog crossing?

What, may I ask, purged me so?

That morning was gold,

And it’s meaning too.

Nature had spoken

And the voice,

Was loud.