Hands

Her hands were delicate, slender
She created words with them
Words that travelled countries in the span of seconds
She brought colour to life
Charcoal, under her hand, dashed across the paper
Seamless on easels
Just like the black and white keys
That bent to her touch
They seemed to understand the beauty of submission
They were, after all, a means towards an end
An end that left listeners astounded.
Her hands were delicate, slender...

Miners

Miners
Wonder what they were looking for
Gold? Money?
Or love?

He needed to prove
that he could care for his wife-to-be

Mining
He put his life at risk for the life he loved

Shells

Wrinkles or ridges

Radiating

Natural beauty

Protecting preciousness

Floating on undulating waters

Seeking new shores

Shells

or her mother?

Soft toys

As she glanced at the soft toys

She was reminded of a childhood gone by

Soft. Toy.

Why had he handled her so?

Courage

There was a lump stuck in her throat

While her heart beat thunderously inside her chest

Dare she say what was on her mind?

Should she take the plunge?

The answer could change her life

For better or for worse

She took a deep breath and began….

Life changed.

A Friend or a Foe

An ally, a friend, a lover, a foe

Which one would help you, do you really know?

When the tides turn and circumstances change

And priorities begin to rearrange

You might learn a lesson that’s hard to forget

When a foe fought the world for you with no regret

A Strange World

What a strange world it seems to me

The world where others yearn to be

To be the alpha, the omega, the King of all

To do the things that can make your stomach crawl

Why must you do the things you dislike?

I ask myself the same at the turn of a spike

To do what one wants more than what one needs

To satisfy our wants and our greeds

That we turn into another version of ourselves

The real us, hidden so far beneath the shelves

What a strange world it seems to me

The world that doesn’t ask me to be me