It wasn’t in your touch It was the way your eyes locked in mine It was all the things said and unsaid between the two of us that conveyed your goodbye That wish from you to me just like a fairy waving a wand blessing me in times of sorrow and in times of joy […]
Camouflage is a game of subterfuge if only we can see the truth Traps are layered like tiles Covered by betrayal and lies Your world becomes a mirage you see the shadow for the tree The storm gathers speed like a lightning rod The reveal shatters your belief in the lie […]
The wall laid bare I walked by it every day Bare canvas waiting to be transformed The other day I walked by and there instead of a bare canvas laid scrawled images Skewed hearts and spades Graffiti had taken over the sanctity of this bare wall © Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
I looked for my beloved in my cravings but the more I gave of myself the more it became elusive I tried finding solace In the arms of another But the more I did the more it became elusive I kept looking for my beloved outside of myself but the more I did […]
The wind blows Air flows From here to there It is everywhere Can’t breathe need air Go where the wind blows Fill your lungs till it overflows Can’t keep it Got to breathe it Share it, for without it Life falls still as autumn leafs © Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
Wings spread wide in full flight Go where you want to no looking back Freedom, freedom, freedom. © Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
Seconds can be deducted or added Seconds matters It is so minute but still it can be broken down into pieces Seconds matters Taking a second to think Can save you a lifetime of misery Seconds matters Seconds comes and seconds goes Seconds matters Being a second late or being a […]
Is sleeping hitting the sack whether day or night and waking up more alert and refreshed Tell me what is sleeping to you? Is sleeping part of who you are you wear blinders all day and pretend not to see Tell me what is sleeping to you? Is sleeping thinking the fix in […]
Reflections are distortions mimicking unhinged doors The world tells you what it’s expectations are but low and behold it does the opposite rules are made they have to be followed by the populace unlike looking at your reflection in a river The worlds reflection is often riddled and muddled. © Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
Waking up each morning Looking in the mirror Trying to figure Whether the face I see is indeed me. I stare at it, it stares back at me I am all I see captured in that mirror is the essence of me. © Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
