Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! A good cup of tea can solve almost any problem, or at least, for me it can. Except, on this day, I didn’t have any problems. Not that I wouldn’t have drunk at least 20 cups of my favourite green tea anyways, but there was nothing inContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #9”
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Ahhhh~
this tea, was made byso many hands,i cannot count them alleach leaf gently kissedeach finger and as i sip,each of theirnameless handsdissolves oneach of my tastebudswith a satisfying ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Agora-poetry: day #8
Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! Hello everyone! I’m sorry for disappearing on you all of a sudden. I came down a bad case of food poisoning on Wednesday, and my energy levels were essentially zapped for the rest of the week. If you’d like to keep up to date with everything happeningContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #8”
A Poem for Every Autumn Day
Had a blast collabing with A Writer’s Bee on this seasonally appropriate post! Check out our thoughts on our favourite poems from Allie Esiri’s collection ‘A Poem for Every Autumn Day’.
Anxiety Retold: A Haiku, Part #2
now, you are a friend,old anxiety, present,breathing out, lightly.
Agora-poetry: day #7
Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! At the beginning of this challenge, I had a very Romantic image of what my day-to-day would look like. Perched on a bench at my local park, legs crossed ever so slightly to indicate I am in fact a ~writer~ as I scribble away in my notebook,Continue reading “Agora-poetry: day #7”
On Rest
let me tell you the secrets of my day, the whispers of warmthwho greeted me in the morning,who returned only when the nighthad swallowed the sun. in the spacesleftbetween them, my day lay, and stretched hercat-like selfacross every hour, minute, and second,grazing on the clock-handsI fed her. quietly,when no-one waslistening, I stole them, to endContinue reading “On Rest”
Agora-poetry: day #6
Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! Journalling – recommended by almost everyone and their mothers, and their mother’s therapist, and my therapist to me. Up until the beginning of August, I had kept a diary on my phone. I didn’t write in it everyday, but it was an extremely useful place for meContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #6”
A new Friend
the breeze was the first child to have been born, the first animals heard her criesheard her shreaks as she used the trees to rattlethe ground to danceher tears so large no river could curb. it is no surprise now,as she has grown old and wise,she uses the trees to rest,the ground to dream, andContinue reading “A new Friend”
Agora-poetry: day #5
Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! Petrichor is that earthy smell which appears after it rains, the smell of the ground drying. Humans are apparently extremely sensitive to this fragance, despite its toxicity. The atmosphere in the UK was dominated by that scent for most of August, since the weather was stormy andContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #5”
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