Kirstie Sivapalan
(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 am LibDemToryGreenBrexitUKIPLabour I am LeaveRemain I am NodealNonodealSomedealDontwantadeal I am Leftcentrerighttrascendantnotinterested I am AllandNoneoftheabove I am Rightconfusedcleardeludedcertainwrong I am Factgutemotionintutionheartbrains I am Educatedillinformedcleverstupid I am I am I am Blackwhiteasianmixedethnicchinesehispanic I am Muslimchristianwiccanbuddhisthindujewishshinto I am Malenonbinaryfemalenoneofyourbusiness I am Marrieddivorcedsinglepolygamous I am Biheterohomouninterestedundecided I am Settledrefugeeimmigrantnativenostatus I am Ableddisableddifferentlyabledchronicacute I am Joyfulsadanxiousdepressedhypersuicidal I am Fatherauntiecousinsisterunclemother… Continue reading My Identity Now
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
(Don't cause a fuss Don't cause of fuss Don't put the spotlight on any of us Don't assert your rights Don't stake your claim What ever you do don't remind them we are all the same) Oh do sit on the the seat That wasn't yours take Do dismiss those with skin darker than yours… Continue reading Oblivi – us
You can gather from the title today is not a good day. Yesterday wasn't great either but today, has definitely been what those of us with mild-moderate M.E call a Bad Day. I wanted to write today. I also wanted to do some housework. I wanted to go to the library and maybe stop off… Continue reading Ode to a Bad Day
Tuesday in November It didn't rain. The line between cold and hot, lonely and mocked, was paved over without a sound. It was a Tuesday. It was a clear sunny day - just over four degrees - when the ozone layer dislocated its joints and stretched into oblivion. It's tireless work ignored, without tears; the… Continue reading No more time to change
(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
I wrote this poem after texting my husband to pick up some milk. It occurred to me that there are relationships everywhere that at some point one will send this message to the other. I then reflected on what that request meant to me in my relationship and realised it's depth. Hidden in this mundane… Continue reading The carer’s career
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
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
Writing and M.E. 