Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! The final Agora-Poetry post! Wow! Thank you so much to everyone who’s come along with me for the journey. And, speaking of people who came along with me for the journey, on the final day of this challenge, I decided to go on an outing with myContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #11 [FINALE]”
Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! On the penultimate day of this challenge, much of what I learnt over the past ten days had culminated into this powerful force of positivity. It was as if this energy had lain dormant within me and had re-surfaced. In turn, I felt this wave wash overContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #10”
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”
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”
now, you are a friend,old anxiety, present,breathing out, lightly.
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”
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”
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”
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”
I imagine tiny rain drops,with tiny faces,all peeling themselves off the floorlifting their heavy, tiny bodies,upupand up to return home.