Poetry

Clarity of Destiny

Stacey-Ann — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 14:16:26 +0000

It's strange how the answers were there

Beating against my blind eyes

Like the wings of a dove

Clues everywhere

Wanting and needing notice

Blockages in my head trying to win

The devil tries to infect my heart

But I'm being watched over

By a loving being who wants what's best for me

My destiny has been calling

Waiting for me to recognize its voice

But I got lost in the confusion of life

When I stopped listening to my heart

Today I learnt to listen again

And I'm back on my true path

Heading for the place where my gifts

Can be used to serve the world

The Oak Tree

Stacey-Ann — Wed, 18 Oct 2006 21:54:00 +0000

Unlike the callous oak tree

Am more the palm that bends

And sways, adapting to the wind

Of change, able to withstand

The almighty wind with my understanding

Of pain, the oak stiffens

Happy in its strength yet the

Rain and powerful wind wins the

Contest, as the Oak breaks

And is swept to death

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Be Present

Stacey-Ann — Tue, 29 Aug 2006 16:18:29 +0000

Revel in the beauty of now.

The twinkling eyes of your child

The sound of the wind in the trees

The smell of freshly baked bread.

The feel of a soft blanket on your skin.

Forgiveness

Stacey-Ann — Thu, 27 Jul 2006 15:04:24 +0000

There was a lump in my heart
A knot in my shoulders
A heaviness about my person
A strained look on my face
And then I learned how to forgive.

Labels

Stacey-Ann — Sat, 04 Mar 2006 23:20:44 +0000

Confidence

Self Confidence

No Confidence

Over-Confident

Quietly Confident

Why not just

Be me?

Instead of

Labels

Describing who I'm supposed

To be?

Motherhood

Stacey-Ann — Tue, 20 Dec 2005 15:38:11 +0000

The boat of motherhood, filled with both love and guilt
Drifting upon the water of life

As one vessel floating among many vessels
Vying for a position of importance and note

When it shouldn't have to.

Words on a Gentle Breath

Stacey-Ann — Mon, 14 Nov 2005 01:04:07 +0000

Sometimes I wonder
If my little baby boy
Can hear mummy say "I love you"
When he is deep in sleep

Can he feel me stroking his brow?
And kissing his little cheeks?
Can he feel the love
That I radiate towards him
From the deepest part of me?

I hope he feels something
So that when he wakes he knows
That his mummy is watching over him
Even in his dreams.

(I love you, son)

My Poetry Blog got a mention on the BloggingPoets blog!

Stacey-Ann — Fri, 04 Nov 2005 21:14:36 +0000

I'm really pleased to announce that I got a mention on BloggingPoet's blog. Check out the post here.

The Heart

Stacey-Ann — Tue, 01 Nov 2005 01:16:13 +0000

Sometimes I feel lost
In this journey of the heart
What twists and turns do I follow?
Where do I let my heartstrings lead me to?

Can this river be the only thing
Standing between Love and Hate?
Why should we spend our lives swimming back and forth
Between each shore?

If there is only this,
The fire and the cold will weaken me
Until my heart is a shrivelled old thing
Useless in its casing

Poetry Inspiration

Stacey-Ann — Fri, 21 Oct 2005 14:59:44 +0000

Artella's Articulation Newsletter was delivered to my inbox today and I read it with great interest. At the end, as usual, we were given some interesting artful links, one of which was http://www.apassionforpeace.com/. I immediately saw the Write a Piece for Peace challenge and decided to vote on the poll and create a poem to contribute. See it below entitled 'It is a small thing I do'. Why don't you give it a try too?