The Rainbow at the end of the World ~A poem for today~


I weathered my woeful spirit

when they screamed hate and chanted your name

Their eyes are eyes that have never seen

the end of the world

and how it never gave one thought

about colour, tone or shade.


The world simply makes Rainbows for you to follow

Did you not hear the story?

The one that promised you a pot of gold at the end?

You have refused the treasure so dear to me

The one freely shared to those

who step beyond the clouds to see.


I weathered my woeful spirit

when blood stained the streets

and screams echoed from sidewalks

and tears made the rivers bow down in defeat


This waterfall has no name

For it is a travelling, untamed beast

No Nation

No Flag

Just a wave, washing over the land

and it never gave one thought

about colour, tone or shade.

High Tea




Peppermint tea and Poppies


Longing looks and blue eyes


Feathered hats of birds I can’t describe


The sound of each sip-

a soft vibration of delicate lips


Pink rouge stained tea cup


The overlapping pattern of a thin mouth

that has sipped over and over again,

seeking the cool  singe

of Peppermint residue

on the back of a quivering throat.


Smell the sultry wave of caramelized sugar

as it sweetens the warm autumn air


Inhale and you will have found



without the concept of time 

to make you weep at the thought 

that this afternoon pleasure shall end.


Peppermint tea and Poppies

and no more longing for things that don’t exist,

for all beautiful things must eventually end.

The words we say without knowing


You said it and it stayed

and there it did remain

playing out for always

every day

like a movie marathon

And all I wanted was to read you, a poem of forgiveness

Perhaps this is the poem you were always meant to hear

I forgive you

you did not know

how the weeds would grow

and suffocate the flowers

that wanted to bloom

And when they piled on the dirt

and that putrid smell rose

it filled my nostrils and escaped my eyes

till all i could see was the disgust outside

But again

It’s ok

I think it was meant to be this way

I’ve made friends with the weeds

and forgotten about the flowers

and look!

there are trees

that line blue rivers

which house secrets inside

Swim with me now

and I know I will not drown

You have kept me afloat

of this I have no doubt

and so once more-

I forgive you because,

despite it all

it is you,

who I adore



Never again will I be beaten, by the drums of my own melancholy.

I will whistle while I walk,

For the day has too much wonderful mystery, hidden within its circular walls.

And if the day should bite and disappoint me,

tomorrow will always have a different door.