Kirstie Sivapalan
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
For the Youtube version please click here. My latest poem, below, which follows on from my most recent post, is a reflection on the messages we receive every day about who we should be and what we should value - money, fame, power, success. All of these messages, and the constant bombardment of such, can… Continue reading Your beauty radiates.
(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 see with my heart I see your love, your pain The time you won that award The time you scored that goal I see how you struggled, to love, again I see your care, consideration, your sense of fair play I see how you wanted to be something different but found another path, that… Continue reading I see with Love
The following poem was inspired by the growing mass of voices on Twitter. I asked myself, what is the essence of the message behind the words. What is it we want people to hear. Included in this, is my own voice. This is what I saw... Can you see me? Can you help me? Can… Continue reading Shouting into the tornado
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
Hello my dear, it's been too long What have you been up to? Well, this year I fell apart. A breakdown. How about you? I felt like I couldn't go on The kids, work, that neighbour from hell I know what you mean hon, I've had it tough as well It's exam year this year… Continue reading Two friends catching up over coffee
Yesterday I had that moment all aspiring writers have. "Why I am doing this? Am I even any good? Am I just indulging myself? Should I even bother sharing my work?" I allowed myself some time to reflect on this, to ask the question without a furious search for the right answer. Instead I remembered… Continue reading Composure
Sadness is the colour blue. That shade of midnight. When the Sun has gone as deep as it can go and the faintest stars blaze like the strongest suns. Happiness is Yellow. Bright buttercup yellow. Like the swimming costume I wore when I was five playing in our paddling pool keeping cool in the heatwave… Continue reading Sadness is the colour blue
I have decided to have a social media cleanse. One morning this week I found myself scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed and in a moment of clarity realised that I had no conscious clue how I had got there. I stopped, closed the app and went about my chores for the day seemingly productively distracted.… Continue reading Social Re-Construction
Writing and M.E. 