Kirstie Sivapalan
Each year I choose a word that will be my "watchword" for the year. It serves as a guide, an energy I want to bring in and embed into my life. I described to a friend as the word that goes through everything I do l, like the word embedded in a stick of rock… Continue reading Contemplation 2021
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)
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
(The wheel turns. The dancer must rest) Be still now What is life without loss? What is joy without love ? What is Earth with Spirit? Remember. Hear the rush of the Great Sea - The Sea that flows in your veins, through your heart. As you sit on the shore, embrace the… Continue reading Cancerian Retrospective
I was reading a tweet about body image yesterday, how we should be proud of the body we have regardless of our shape (which I agree with, and liked) when at the same time I was sitting in the garden, holding in my round tummy, and sighing about the size of my upper arms.… Continue reading What I have learned from this life, and yet
I stumbled out the Great Sea with legs unsure and unformed. Millennia passed as I grazed and clawed, grew limbs, and shook off my scales. In time, my core stiffened to meet new pace, poise shifted and teeth met with tongue. Through years I shaped clay from waiting wet earth, cementing will and all… Continue reading The Pisces Call
Can you ever stop your heart leaping up, painting right into the corners of a future not here? That may never be. Could never be. Yet the heart has already vanished over a golden horizon - titles up, audience jump to their feet applauding the textured script, the wonder of realised vision. Except nothing, not… Continue reading Heart beat
Out of chaos, out of form, comes balance. It reveals itself, not to those who crave order but to those who walk through the mire. It holds those undesired in its arms, its cradle soothing their dissonance. It looks into our world of spinning thoughts and yearning, and speaks: "Find me in your middle, draw… Continue reading The seeking of balance
Words are flying around my head None will take root and find meaning Feelings are sent tumbling To a place without words There are no pictures either Just half-words and muddled phrases Thrown up from deep recesses Gushing into my mind I can grasp neither heads nor tail Whizz banging articulations fade Before I can… Continue reading Mind – Full
Writing and M.E. 