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EVERYTHING IS DISSOLVING by Gwen Potts

This poem is about the often relentless process of stripping away what we once thought to be true…
Like an onion each layer peels away little by little, however this can often feel so tiring as we wonder if we have learnt anything at all! But deep down we know there is a deeper purpose and meaning to the process. We just need to trust it.

Everything is Dissolving by Gwen Potts
Everything is dissolving Such turbulent waters Washing my soul Clean and bear All is dissolving Over and over The cycles of life Stripping away Can't bear it again!
Lost sea Of yesterday’s sorrows Strong, overwhelming tidal waves That bombard my spirit Throwing this weary body Against the rocks of time Undercurrents drag, twist and hurl Spinning downward in the undercurrent Lost in the roughest ocean Of yesterday’s sorrow
Worn out patterns  Revisited yet again Pain and worry of the past reborn Fear a very real illusion

RHODODENDRON MILE by Lisa Smith

My poem relates to the periods of time after loss…
Those periods when we can’t see the wood for the trees, aim and miss, or cling to what is not meant to be. There is an art to healthy endings and I was experiencing the first adult lesson of ‘letting go with grace’ and having to move forward: which I must confess, can still be a little tricky at times, even now.
On occasions it can be easier to dwell and continue ‘suffering over our own suffering’ whatever the reason, much longer than is good for our souls.
The poem was written late one evening in May 1988; I was 20 and had not long split with my first serious boyfriend of 2 years. I was completely devastated by the break up. At that point in life, I didn’t really know how to cope with the loss, and the next year or 3 became an extended period of mourning.
On the night in question, I had gone out into the countryside on a hazy summer evening to meet mutual friends camping out for the weekend. The field party was in a beautiful location…

LAYER BY LAYER by Ulli Stanway

I have always been a writer…
I have always had this calling to express my feelings through the magic of words. Sadly for a very long time in my life I have silenced this voice. Whilst I have written countless poems during endless nights, I never thought that I would be good enough for this. There are so many gifted souls out there, tell me, who would want to read my poetry?
For a very long time in my life opinions and approval were very important to me. I always wanted to live up to people’s expectations. Be the good girl, the one the others are proud of, as she lives the way they think is the only way, their way.
I tried to be very thin. I dumbed down. I put on makeup and chose high heels. I studied law. I wore a pear necklace and a white blouse. My hair, ever so perfectly layered. I was everything that others wanted me to be and nothing that I am.
Slowly and steadily I drifted away from my authentic calling. Illnesses started to manifest in my body. And pain of all kinds became my con…

BALLOONS by Ruth Calder Murphy

I have a tendency to over-analyze things...
Beliefs, methods, values, emotions and conversations, and even my technique and form when I play music or run. Analysis isn’t a bad thing; it’s born, in the first place, of questions and curiosity and a desire to be better - to learn. This is good.
It can take over, though.
When thinking about something, or trying to measure it in some way, becomes bigger than the thing itself - bigger than the enjoyment of it or the beauty of it, the just because of it - I think it can be damaging. Certainly, I’ve seen this with my musical performances, amongst other things!
I love blowing bubbles. I love balloons. I love the blooming, the colour, the “just because” of being a part of their release. There’s a symbolism there, for me - a metaphor for letting go and letting be - even if only for the sake of a few glorious moments of translucent colour, set free.
Everything floats away - our lives are transient things - and it’s good to think, to work things out, t…

ALL IN A DAY by Kim Buskala

At times I feel words are rushing at me…
Unable to get them all down on paper in time before they are lost memories. Panic replaces the calm, what must I know? I remind myself to let go, just breath, if all is important the words will reappear. They are never truly lost. Only at times I feel like a ship lost at sea. Ideas too many. Conversations with self.
All in a Day by Kim Buskala
Stop for a moment Let me catch up The dance that you dance Is two steps too fast
The coarse that I am on Is ready to crash Hook line and sinker I'll catch me a catch
A phrase a sentence A letter away Scribble it down All in a day
With subjects there are many Issues to cover Recover Discover Do not delay
The seeds have been planted They are ready to grow I am sure what emerges Is something I know
Others have interest in The knowledge you hold Get it on paper So it can be told
Over and over The story unfolds Like the napkins the linens The sheets in a drawer What more can I say There is so much to explore