Kirstie Sivapalan
The search for Truth We set out together to find it: I, scaled the hill and slid down the mountain; You, soared over the lake and stalked through the trees. * “I found it!” We both said, Grasping at the shimmering stone that had clung to the earth, wiping it clean with a sleeve. *… Continue reading The Search for Truth (Poem)
You told me to wash my hands and yet to raise them high in wanton communion, You ridiculed us as turkeys lurking and squawking whilst you traded your fortune, You told us it wouldn't matter if we were close, and we inhaled it in, deep. I did. For a whileI stopped, worrying in hope of… Continue reading Gaslight in waiting
It has took me a long while to appreciate silence. Our minds become accustomed to a level of noise which we don't realise becomes comforting, sending us signals that life is how we would consider normal. I used to love the distinct whirring and wheezing of the Jubilee line, the trilling of the beeps at… Continue reading The Cloak of Silence
Without realising I seem to have been preparing my second poetry collection. I haven't published my first yet but all the advice I have read or heard about writing encourages us to keep going and keep creating. The theme of my second collection will be Hope, following on from the first, Crisis. This poem, written… Continue reading Our Hopes for You
It hurts to move, to disappoint the ones you love I am with you. There is pain in your eyes, as you leave your friends behind I am with you. There is a lump in your throat, as you watch it fade away I am with you. There is hope in your heart that it will… Continue reading Life as of 31st January 2020 (I am with you)
*Wouldn’t it be great if people did what I wanted?Followed all my beliefs, knew my right and my wrong?What a world of perfection and precision I'd have,if you all just could join in, my global song. Any "outliers" of course would be found and removed,hidden from view, as best I can.Then I could give everyone… Continue reading The President’s Defense
I wonder if it is born from Death – hope? Decay that falls back into the deepStripped down to whirring electrons, to the echo of life before retaining one thing, and is that thing – hope? not the seed but the thought of the seed,the breath, no the mere idea of the breathof its existence, and… Continue reading Hope’s Spring
Eviction notice Once we were neighbours. We built homes of clay, and oak. One night while I was sleeping, you came, and took the Brick that I had laid close to the back door, the one I never noticed. The next day you sold it back to me and found you could buy two in… Continue reading Eviction Notice
A poem about perspective For video version (5 min long) please visit my YouTube channel, click here Which number are you? This poem, in the form of classical storytelling, was created in a response to the political climate, especially the UK, where discourse involving different perspectives has been overthrown in favour of zero-sum warring sides of… Continue reading A Story by Numbers
Divide Defied Decide What side Desist Resist Insist In this Divine Define Refine In time Inside Refind Remind Our kind Relate Innate Debate Our fate Reveal Unseal Unsee We're free Our Fight Our Might Our Sight Unite! Video version below: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQ2eU8NXnNU
Writing and M.E. 