Author: idiotwriter

'I am not a wise old lady, who can tell a grand life story, or a person whose story deserves to be told - I only have my voice… Perhaps my voice can reach into your heart and make it smile for a few brief moments in time.' Child; Wife; Mother; Artist; Poet, journeying home….probably in that order. Grew up in Africa-my home for 35 years, now live in a little Village in England.

Infinite Infant

Sat in the stormy dark morning. Nothing known, no covering of soul, nor flesh, just as I came to this world. Yet different in times weary marks left.

Feeling, all that life has been, could have been. All the dreams and hopes.
All there is now, is now. The rain on the window. I think a lot about you sitting here.

The future used to be mine in its essence to see, I could sense it somehow. No longer so.

There is just, time.

Moving. Standing still. The same sun, the same moon, nothing changes. Over years and lifetime’s, all remains;

Infinitely unknown.

My Deer

My tremble is not fear.
Sad I gaze at you,
Come toward you,
Unseeing

My eyes can’t move.
Heavy my limbs,
Cease before you,
Empowering

My weakness not yours
Light my bones
Glass between us,
Shattering

Bleed.

~Belinda~

 

 

Pleiades, Play – 64446

Serendipity, stands
as silence sees
a silent vow
stands still swallowed
In Seers shaming song

Destinies dice, deflect
as Dunkirk drowns
a devoid depth;
Dignity is Death,
On Draco’s diamond desk

Parse Pleiades, passing
as Pontius prays
a passion play
prides penance pay
In Pleione’s parched peace.

~Belinda~