Kirstie Sivapalan
I could be content, if, I allowed myself to be. I could not write lists or set life goals, if I was happy, just Sitting under a big old oak tree. * I could watch the blackbird, (or is it a thrush?) as she Waits, fluffed feathers dripping, watching for the worms to hear that… Continue reading The Bird gets the Worm
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
No poem or funny story for you. Just some thoughts and a plan... It's been a difficult week Less By Thursday the combination of the confirmation of that individual as leader of the Conservative Party, which supposedly makes him my PM, the way above average or even peak temperature that day and M.E symptoms were… Continue reading Only love
(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 had to add this poem as a picture as WordPress helpfully kept removing my spaces! Note- WordPress, you may need to consider this feature for the poetic among us) The Perils of Change This poem came to me in one of those midnight inspiration moments. The last 6-9 months have been extremely wearing,… Continue reading The perils of change
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
Want to know what gratitude feels like? Take away the every day... Take away getting ready for work Take away opening jars, making tea, standing while it brews Take away hats, scarves, sunglasses, flipflops Take away cosy chats, feisty debates, gossiping girls Take away walking, running, cycling, swimming Take away everything you never knew you… Continue reading The formula for Gratitude
Burning brightly, joyously. Solidly. Creating life-force and essential fire, until it falls - Shadow Only glimmers struggle to stay Reminders of what lies behind The shadow sits, weighty and cold Dense and obstinate, refusing to leave It stifles and suppresses its enemy - Light For a while it wins. All that once shone removed Pain.… Continue reading The eclipse
"What do you do?", you say I know what you want to hear - I am a this, I am a that, I am employed, valid, salaried, PAYED As you are. You want me to make sense to you. You want me to be part of the world as you know it. Yet my full… Continue reading My full time job
When I was a child I used to love those paper-folding "chatterboxes". The snip-snapping of the folded paper, the anticipation of what would I would find after I chose a random number or colour, the layers to be unfolded and the final "statement of truth" that would be revealed to me, which depending on who… Continue reading Unfolding
Writing and M.E. 