too much cluttermakes my thoughts untidybut I can’t chuck them outI built a mind palacefor memories to livewith wings and names written on doorsbut my palace grew huge,I now walk in a mazecorridors…| Brazanne Muse
Floral fabrics floatwafting flowery scentspartnered withbirdsong and tunes of laughterSenses entrancedcaptured and summeredripened and sweetMy skin turns goldencapturing raysupon its surfacebefore …| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Life Of Pix on Pexels.com When dark demons come to playsense of self is blown awayRagged rocks rip up the mindslash sight to shredsmake hope turn blindWhen energy finally goes to sleepfeel…| Brazanne Muse
Health and happinessAre riches I crave to saveWaiting holds no interestOr guaranteesI spend and lavish them freely; Daily, when they’re thereSometimes,on a balance check,I wish the decimal pointwou…| Brazanne Muse
My pulse poundsat mere thoughtsof painless white coatsI drain into a ghostwhen my blood needs drawnViolently sick – sharp scratch nowDentists are goodwhile my teeth stay put I beg the proverb…| Brazanne Muse
Posts about Moonwashed weekly prompt written by brazannemuse| Brazanne Muse
I check my reflectionfor signs of where I have beenit seems that overnight I sleptin a world of dreamsthat took me away fromnightmares I return – alteredto face another dayminute changes almo…| Brazanne Muse
Photo by neil kelly on Pexels.com A Londoner bornIn the sound of Bow BellsOnce spoke a languageNo one now tellsA whole street would butchers(Which means – take a look)If one lucky neighbourOb…| Brazanne Muse
My husband says I am a nightmare, actually, a ”complex nightmare”, said with love and understanding of course! In truth the phrase probably does sum me up which is why I will use it. Explanation:…| Brazanne Muse
My nan and I, aged 93, and after a fall, succumbed to Dementia 💓 your sweet scent lingerstrapped in pores of translucent skin,the colour of your eyes,blue like the sea,start to wash over me…i…| Brazanne Muse
Posts about dversepoets prompts written by brazannemuse| Brazanne Muse
belly laughter bubblesinto nonsensical gigglesthat form magical moments,where words tangle into splutters and snorts,tumbling waves squeezetrickling tearsbetween strangled breathsand overstretched …| Brazanne Muse
Morning coffee…daily habit I can’t break;I crave its strong aroma,hot liquid taste upon my tongue.As the fragrant beans grind down,my mood and eyelids lift,perfectly set until midday,I …| Brazanne Muse
