Sweetness grows where the waterfall flows,beckoning arms of foamy spray,plummeting over rocks in carefree leapand sparkling with sun's blessing,splashing fierce in bold whirlwind, dancing and twirling to revealburied treasures of rock and debrisor unguarded hopes and dreamsor a mix of both in its watery tempestand then to surface amidst tranquility,churning that dims to bubblesand basksContinue reading "Waterfall Serenity"| Words and Coffee Writing
dive right indive beyond the shoreshore paved in pebblesshore tossed with waveswaves jostled under storm cloudswaves freckled by sunlightsunlight coating our armssunlight streaking between tree limbslimbs dance under the heavenslimbs splay among the breezebreeze frolics through the treetopsbreeze echoes over the reedsreeds wave along the swamp's edgereeds play along the dunesdunes sprinkle sand on ourContinue reading "Shore under embrace"| Words and Coffee Writing
Summer draws inSummer is fadingFading my memoriesFading in timeTime to wear jumpersTime to close doorsDoors to the gardenDoors to the noiseNoise of the echoesNoise on the breezeBreeze blowing petalsBreeze blowing leavesLeaves will be goldenLeaves won't be greenGreen grass revivesGreen house is bareBare of flowersBare of fruitsFruits will ripenFruits will fallFall is a seasonFall loses heatHeat … Continue reading Fading of Seasons→| Brazanne Muse
life can be hard to swallowwhen down and blue,maybe it's a psychosomatic lumpthat appears in my throatsilences my voice,prevents nourishmentto pass my soft palate,so sensitivethis swollen uvula I pictureleaves a discomforting feelingof perceived restriction,let's open wide and seeahhhhh...but there's healing light and pink there too!💞SuzanneWelcome, and thank you for taking time to read.This week Ange, … Continue reading Abstract Thoughts→| Brazanne Muse
Paint your feet in empty footsteps over uncharted spacious wonders, to bask in the desolate aura of freedom.Tremble in beloved and hapless isolation, under a cloudless sky,to cringe when nature ign…| Words and Coffee Writing
Under the vines marched the gnomestheir donsy formed no aisles or rowsthey picked at a green grapethen frowned at the landscapethey were really expecting a plum rose I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #170. Dennis provided the prompt this week, called “A Donsy of Gnomes”. The details are as follows: YourContinue reading "The Befuddled Donsy"| Words and Coffee Writing
The lake keeps secretsjust like the rest of us, holding them closeunder the watchful eyes.It sits there a while,a bleak tableau,painted in damp mist:a living wilderness.Once you’re inside, th…| Words and Coffee Writing
Youthful hand palms the crank,twisting slowly, eager anticipation.A melody twinkles, softly spiralinglike her dance,all tipped toes and curled arms.Frail, wrinkled hands grip the crank,memories twirling backof moments magniloquent,bolder than life itself,captured in her dance. Ben provided us with a playful prompt this week for the Wea’ve Written Weekly. Below is the background and prompt guidance:Continue reading "Melancholy Music"| Words and Coffee Writing
The escape to tranquility,to waters rushing and still,to the calm of spacewhere water meets sky:the unspoken whisperof past and futureblurred into one present.Alive in tree roots,polished rocks and wrinkled pine needles,the landscape revitalizesdead souls,calls home life's warmth,and echoes a hopethat reverberatesunder my rib cage. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #167.Continue reading "Tranquil Scape"| Words and Coffee Writing
the quickest seed to root is that of doubtthose inklings planted hard to not let growbut love seeds lay in warmth before they sproutthe time from bud to bloom so wisely slowunfurling gently grants the gift to knowjust why the sunflower can't not follow lightor listen to the whispers as they blowthe rustling scents of … Continue reading the seeds I sow→| Brazanne Muse
prized and fragrantrose blooms stand proudin manufactured rowspreened and wateredto mirrored perfection,in starring rolesenvy of the showthe bee lands carefullywatch out for thorns that scratch…low…| Brazanne Muse
She's nobody's foolto think she deserved some reprievefrom these headwinds and chaos,the tumultuous dayswhen she was caught up in the storm.Now, she spins circles,finds the air is still loadedwith the damp heaviness that forbodes a second storm. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #165, which was provided this week by BobContinue reading "After-Shock"| Words and Coffee Writing
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
My response poem to this weeks prompt given by our Poet of the Week Kim, for W3 hosted by David. This is a mish-mash of versions, with a little tweak, given to me by the N+7 Machine of my original …| Brazanne Muse
The stillness of that year,captured in still frames,plucks at my veinslike the IV needle.We drive to the hospital,to empty waiting rooms,to masked facesand empty eyesto perdition,or so it seems.Sti…| Words and Coffee Writing
many moons agowe made a foggy trip across the seawhere somewhere on the waveswe lost our rolling r’sand softened vowels,no definite start,no clear endingsmy daddy’s shoesso clean and shiny blacklai…| Brazanne Muse
Because gossamer threads pull, I can’t break free from ideas that catch and dangleBecause treacle is sticky sweet, it attracts my sweet tooth, but can sickly lingerBecause I know the weight of a to…| Brazanne Muse
it’s an invisible sense -awareness – it flags human sinsthat fill me with uneaseI want the nooseto trap,the thoughts that trip me up, when sometimes life flowswith hidden flaws,over which I g…| Brazanne Muse
you still guide me – gently your whispers play on the soft breeze with my hair touching a chord of farewell a lone- ly sound that lingers long after my tears ran dry 💞Suzanne I am honoured to…| Brazanne Muse
Reflecting seasons upon my skin,my winter white begins to fade;kissed by the sunSweet honey hues replace coatswith a warm healthy glow,blooming in fresh florals,matched with light summer scents.Ris…| Brazanne Muse
eyes closedin search of sleepunder blankets you hidenightmares that live behind your eyesrob timelive lifeopen those eyesfind light once more in dreams that reveal themselves when you tryagain💞Suza…| Brazanne Muse
Protection from all harms; armsthat lovingly enfold; oldmemories and making new ones play; laytogether in tangled threads; redsof passion and flow of life; lifepassing like a cloud; loudtears fall …| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com In the shadow of truth, I perceive a lieIn the shadow of thrills, I hear boredom cryIn the shadow of love, I sense hate somewhere nearin the shadow of time, I hope al…| Brazanne Muse
It can feel like the end of the world,to face the end of the road,no space to turn,surrounded with doubts,fears you can’t swim,no directional signs…But if you rise with the sun,emerge from th…| Brazanne Muse
Southend-on-Sea, UK – a photo on my walk, I was taken by the clouds …! deserted beachesbask in reflective silenceheld in yutori*light spread upon the surfacerainbows colour in the cloud…| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Anastasiya Lobanovskaya on Pexels.com I see the warmth in your eyesfeel your smile upon my lipshear your heart beat close to mineour most precious gift is timeyou touch me with your kindne…| Brazanne Muse
SoaringMetal birdsSlice through cloudsSolitary in flight modeFaraway💞SuzanneWritten in response to this weeks W3 prompt by our Poet of the Week, Sarah, and hosted by David – click here to rea…| Brazanne Muse
Some fear for my life, so trapped in routine,It’s hard to explain, my panic, my pain…I live counting alarms that sound in my headI live counting aches that live in all limbsI live count…| Brazanne Muse
I open my eyes, in sync with the sunas I watch her riseshe lifts me in her loaning lightSimple beauty just begunin the newness of each dayInfinitesimal time unfoldsits encoreBefore…just before my e…| Brazanne Muse
The only window in the long white corridor was round. It was set high in a door. I sat quietly, obediently, behind it on one of three hard chairs. I stared up at the far away pane. There was nothin…| Brazanne Muse
My boy Tyson…. I smile, amusedby the hole in my shoe -a momentary scowlit morphed into a chew!Long hours of trainingwith bags full of treats -they line all my pocketswith all kinds of meats!Out on …| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com We talk in windows of timeI with my coffee, you pour your wineAs I work after lunchyou sleep in to tomorrowI know you boarded your planeFell asleep in tomorrowI drank…| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com Hope lives for tomorrowsBorn in todaysConceived from pastsin a hopelessness phaseReleased from burst bubblesContents scattered and fellTo seed in the gapsf…| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Mike Murray on Pexels.com ‘Enough, – am I?’Repeat thoughts,battling daily…Affirmations said firmly even quieten anxieties;heal body and mind together.‘I am enough’…Thankfulness. Then…| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I belong in this moment;to those my heart holds dear -but I am no ones belongingI belong to myself;feel a sense of home within -all places with welcome open armsTo my…| Brazanne Muse