By the Lakeside

Get ready to enjoy an uplifting poem from my upcoming collection, set to inspire in January!

Available for Preorder now.


By the Lakeside

Sun brightly shining in the sky,
purple flowers blooming on the trees,
turtles sunning by the lakeside,
confused chicks chirping for their mother.
Alone, I sit and wonder,
is this all that I am made for?

The chirping of a chick distracts me
as it walks in front of me, tirelessly
letting the world know of its presence.
I wish I could be like this chick,
confused, alone, yet it never stops
living its life. It never stops
fluffing its feathers, or scrounging the ground.

Some days, its a miracle that
I even get out of bed, let alone
actually venture out into the world.
Confused, alone a chick without its mother,
I don't know how to be
in this world surrounded by glass and steel.

Surrounded by the turtles, chicks, and trees,
I feel at home by the lakeside.


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Forest Tales

$4.99

Embark on a poetic journey in the depths of the Australian wilderness as a woman and activist seeks her true identity.

Forest Tales: Available for Preorder

Dare to explore? My poetry collection, “Forest Tales,” is now available for preorder.

Embark on a poetic journey in the depths of the Australian wilderness as a woman and activist seeks her true identity.ย 

These bold verses will challenge your view of nature!


Available on Amazon

Forest Tales

$4.99

Embark on a poetic journey in the depths of the Australian wilderness as a woman and activist seeks her true identity.

Joyful Science

Hands upon skin, taking you in,

The flutter of fingertips lightly,

A songbird plays a gentle song

To soothe deep within.

Memories replayed of past days

The good and bad commingled.

Woman, the master of manipulation,

So subtle, she makes it an art.


Written – 1/25/2023

Notches

Jasmine wafts in through

The open windows

A cardinal sits in a tree

The open page on my desk

Cries out again and again

To be filled

Rain starts to fall

Stifles the bird’s song

Trapped, caught in her mouth

Spring is yet to come

written – 2/14/2023

Cardinal

 


 


Shot with a Sony a6000.

Rise and Shine


It’s like a sickness.
A raised temperature,
An unfocused delirium,
A feeling of coming death.

Midnight creature, forced,
Awakened at unnatural
Hours of the day
In a battle for survival.

A sense of nausea
Unable to be quashed
Temples pounding, unyielding,
The coming of the sun.

The early bird,
Gets the worm,
Yet the moonlit tiger
Catches the larger prey.