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Living Away from Home
Living away from home, from the place where you grew, and away from everything you understood. It gets lonesome, and I find that nostalgia comes easily, as it creeps up on you subtly like the pitter-patter of rain, washing over your back leaving a flurry of goosebumps and prickly skin. I see visions through the… Continue reading
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On the Inside of this Beautiful, Small, and Shining Vessel
On the inside of this beautiful, small, and shining vessel Is a being, a glowing ball of light. When It commands her eyes to open, the light from the Outside world flows inwards, like a constant, rushing ocean tide. The view can be refreshing, and breathtaking. And sometimes difficult for the being to process, and… Continue reading
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Sweet Autumn Comes Through Her Door
Sweet Autumn comes through her door, She doesn’t knock, or call. She simply glides through, in shades of Orange, yellow, red, and brown. It arrives at the young lady’s room, But stops by the door, peering in. High-ceilinged. Walls, windows and all things Covered in drapes and flowing sheets. The young woman lay in darkness,… Continue reading
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Raindrop Glistening
Raindrop glistening Pitter-pattering across land You’ve made into one great, giant umbrella, Creating one new symphony after the other. Not everyone speaks your language, But I like to practise. Sometimes your light hearted, And sometimes your blue. Both are my favourites, I can dance, smile, or cry In all versions of you. There’s an element of… Continue reading
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Great is the Night
Great is the night That stretches it’s darkening blanket across The sky. It’s strewn in stars, and sparkling threads. At least. -Thoughtful Muse, N Continue reading
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I didn’t realise before
I didn’t realise before, That my mind was closely watching me, The part of it which is subconscious. Despite this information implying That it is the sleeping part of myself, The piece that only wakens during the night When I am asleep and all is out of my control , The ‘sleeping self’ it is… Continue reading
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Contemplating the Stillness of a Place
Contemplating on the stillness of a place, when it’s quiet and no one’s around. The tap is dripping, the trains are clacking along the rail tracks, tea is silently brewing with fresh plumes of steam rising up in a slow cascade of waves. Raindrops remain speckled across the window, as the bed sheets lie pulled… Continue reading
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A Longing for Morning Light, A Quiet Start
It’s very early in the morning, Outside it’s raining lightly, As some morning light peaks through A small opening in the curtains. Hot tea and coffee has been made, And it sits, saucer underneath on the bed, Awaiting its consumer. A book lies open, A story in mid-pause. Whilst a cat, fluffy with brown ears… Continue reading
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Looking inward, I see Spring
When we were young, children, carefree and in love with the sensation and curiosities of life, when did we tell ourselves that that day would be the last we play with our dolls and wonderworlds? When did we come to decide that dragons weren’t in caves filled with gold, and princesses weren’t held captive awaiting… Continue reading
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You think, therefore you are
You started out young, I don’t know if you were happy But I do know that you were full of life and curiosity. As a child, your hair was red. Strawberry blonde and long, Such was the time, when hippy culture was popular. Your mother wore flowers in her hair, and vibrant coloured clothes. Maybe… Continue reading
About Me
Hello, I am an artist living in the UK who likes to write a creative note from time to time, commenting on the observations I’ve made, experiences I’ve had, and the sensitivities over certain themes and topics. I enjoy small moments, seeking significance and beauty in the otherwise mundane.
Daily Muse 