Kirstie Sivapalan
The Kings Library at the British Library, one of my sacred spaces. Photo: K Sivapalan 2018 Free to use I wrote the poem below twelve days ago now. People with M.E. (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) will recognise the play on a familiar term we use in my title - PEM, which is short for Post-Exertional Malaise. This… Continue reading P/o/EM
I was just starting to stir this morning. Not quite asleep, not quite awake, lying in the world in between. I felt nothing. No pain, no tiredness, for a moment I thought I had recovered and allowed space to entertain the feeling. But I took a breath and time moved on and it all came… Continue reading If only
I'm on the midnight trainWith Georgia on my mind.There's no longer a doubt, they cast the wicked outRight down the finest of lines. I'm flying over the Arizona sunWhere it is becomimg clearHumanity has won, ego is doneCompassion and hope are near. I'm with the Brothers and Sisters of LoveFilled with dance and songThey just… Continue reading Hope-elect
I'm on the midnight trainWith Georgia on my mind.There's no longer a doubt, they cast the wicked outRight down the finest of lines. I'm flying over the Arizona sunWhere it is becomimg clearHumanity has won, ego is doneCompassion and hope are near. I'm with the Brothers and Sisters of LoveFilled with dance and songThey just… Continue reading Hope-elect
New poem: Reminding The Forgotten Part One * * Oh do sit down. You are spoiling my view. No-one wants to hear From the Likes of you. * Please take your rants and your large-lettered cards. And stand over there Where the other ones are: * The sad and the mad ones that couldn't quite… Continue reading Reminding The Forgotten
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
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)
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
*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
Writing and M.E. 