Loneliness
I see the candle flickering in the shadows, the sweet smell of jasmine arouses my thirst for sensual lovemaking. I sit alone in this dark stone cottage nesting in the hills of autumn. The trees are shedding the security of their warmth, of the cold winter that is approaching. I sit all lazy and dazed. I dream of walking hand in hand with the beautiful man I adore, step by step, crunching and crushing the red, brown, and orangey leaves.
The sound of the lambs
The tweet tweet tweeting birds sing
From my garden swing
Embrace the Reality
Today I feel alive. There’s someone at my door. My heart joining the tapping of every knock. I open the door wide just like the look in my eyes. It’s him, he is here, he’s finally come. I wrap myself around him and embrace him tenderly. We are lost in a stare. My eyes are shut tight. I awaken from the night. I must have fallen to sleep. With the realization of my dream. The cold stone cottage dampens my joy. I crawl from my bed and blow out the candle but there’s no point in making a wish. I look from my window and the leaves have disappeared, replaced by the spirals of icicles neatly webbed between the branches of the trees.
Tea in the morning
Pot of herbal for my lunch
Wine in the evening
Word Block
Writer’s block
Hello
Knock knock
Racing against the clock
Assignments piled up
Until you feel the door unlock
Sit in the garden
Sit at the desk
Bring the pen to the paper
The books you’ve read
Will make the words flow
Let the words you drank
Filter through your paws
Hidden Doors
So many hidden doors
In this house she’s never lived in before
Only in her dreams and nightmares does this house appear
Each dream revealing a new room
Which has familiarity
Sometimes includes her family
Doors of happiness
Doors of sadness
This is just life
Clearing her path
Game Over
A marital inquest
In which one should enquire
Forgetting the days of one’s desires
Togetherness has just expired
Hostage
Hostage to the virus
Where is my protected vest?
Will this nightmare rest?
Daisy Green’s inspiration comes from being a victor of domestic abuse who continues to thrive in life. Her words come from the heart and are most often dark. Her purpose, through writing and sharing her poetry, is to empower others to identify their own pain but most importantly to give hope. You can find her work at her blog – Daisy Green and on
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Sunset from the front balcony of Septenary Winery 
