Reader Appreciation Award

July 24, 2012 § 1 Comment

Reader Appreciation Award Logo

I am honored to be nominated by David Eric Cummins from The Noise of
for the Reader Appreciation Award. His blog features some great poetry and other writing, and is well worth checking out. Thanks for the nomination :).

The rules for receiving the award are:

  1. Include the award logo somewhere in your blog.
  2. Answers the 10 included questions.
  3. Nominate 10-12 blogs you enjoy.
  4. Provide links to these blogs and let the bloggers know that they’ve been nominated.
  5. Thank and link your nominator.

The ten questions:

What is your favourite color?    Teal / Blue-green
What is your favourite animal?    Cannot name one alone – Snow Leopard, Kakapo, Red Panda, Peregrine Falcon…the list goes on
What is your favourite non-alcoholic drink?    Tea
Do you prefer Facebook or Twitter?     Facebook
What’s your passion?    After my family, painting and writing
What’s your favourite pattern?    Willow pattern for the story behind it
you prefer giving or getting presents?    Giving
What’s your favourite number?    8 because when you turn it sideways it is infinity
Favourite day of the week?    Sunday because that’s our family day
Favourite flower?    Gardenia’s for their scent

Below are my nominations:

Poetry, Scribblings & Thoughts
The Memory Of Trees
Fred Turpin’s Poetry Blog
Photo Nature Blog

It was the sleep that did it…

July 5, 2012 § 4 Comments

…or rather the lack thereof. Free writing, head pillowed on the keys I type. My eyes are doomed to close. I meant to let you know which blogs I nominate for the Reader’s Appreciation Award, however coughs from the darkness have deprived me of coherent thought, concentration has fled with the deserting sun. My child, bless him, has a cold that keeps him snoring, whimpering, crying through the nights. Mummy is here, Mummy is here, the litany of motherhood. We wouldn’t have it any other way. We love them so.

I must beg your patience for another week; it was the sleep that did it…or lack thereof.

Mummy Knows Best

June 28, 2012 § Leave a comment

I wrote the last in a state of oblivious intensity, which is a common condition my writing invokes in me. Only, to put it mildly, it was a little chilly. Considering I was in the process of getting dressed when the muse descended and there was a southerly blowing, I found myself as I logged off to be shivering slightly and my fingers somewhat numb. Hence the snivels that visited this week, perhaps not helped by the fact that my wee man also has a cold, (though I would request his stamina any day). He has always insisted on running about with barely a stitch on, even in the depths of winter. Many a tantrum has raged from this. As you can imagine, Mummy knows best. I just wish Mummy were able to tell me to get dressed when I’m half-naked and typing away in oblivion.

Till next week, when the nose no longer drips and the sun shines again, I bid you adieu.

Frosted Flowers

May 16, 2012 § Leave a comment


(song lyrics)

The frost paints flowers upon the grass
fragile patterns that won’t last
more than the morn.
On my own
while my heart lays with yours
waiting for your return.

The bell bird sings in the forest green
The wind whispers of all its seen
in its roaming.
On my own
while my heart lays with yours
waiting for your return.

The lawn is covered in frosted flowers
and I’m on my own.

All That Exists

March 8, 2012 § 2 Comments

Moon Over the Bay

I watch the moon bestowing light,
searching for my own inner pulse,
afraid it has died like coals winking to death.

Yet I find that radiance.
I retain it still;
a beating breath, sublime in its fragility,
stronger than mountain roots.
Though faith be shaken here this day, I feel it still.

I watch the tumble of water, silver by moonlight.
The stream weeps for me;
the sorrowful plunge from the dark depths of the earth,
ice cold,
to embrace the tepid air.
The spring washes the hillside with earth’s tears.

It is all that exists,
the water and the dark mote-strewn night,
the moon and I.

From ‘Heartbeat’
A collection of poetry by Marie-Claire Colyer

I Leave You to Dream

March 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

A few words before I lie down:

Branches toss unruly in the dark. The night deepens. A shiver of breeze under the door like a slither of hope that passes before sleep. Slumber infusing each fussing leaf and naked tendril of moss. The birds huddle in pillows of down, covering eyes with wings now folded, fanning across their restless bower. I vacate this desk, close blinds gently over blackened squares, dimming lights, lowering me into quietude.

I leave you to dream.

The Beginning

February 29, 2012 § Leave a comment

Wielding a paintbrush, a pen, I am used to. Writing deep into the night when my breath soughs with the call of the owl, I am used to. Committing my soul in words and paint I am used to. But I have never used a blog before. Never become public. I am in unknown territory, a neophyte treading the halls of your words for the first time.

Fellow bloggers, I have joined with you, heart, pen and brush in hand. Be gentle.

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