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A Poem About Light And Dark

Light

Light spilled onto her waxy cheeks.
She had been consumed by darkness for weeks
and at first, it hurt.
Her eyes squinted as the light glinted in the distance.

“Not far to go now, keep on keeping on.”

Like a hungry animal, she was soon consumed by light.
It burned brightly, erasing her shadows.

“Be brave little one. Keep on keeping on”

She came to the mouth of the cave. Light illuminated.
With her hands holding onto the black, she looked back.

“You don’t really want to go. Darkness is all you know.”

The blanket of dark called her.
It quickly re-absorbed her.

A poem about light and dark written by Ms Moem.

Beware The Things You Tell Yourself

That Person Who Is Always On Your Mind

A Poem About Autumn

Setting fire to the leaves,
Autumn creeps in,
unleashing her transformation;
a new season begins.

From the crunch underfoot
to the nip in the air,
Autumn goes boldly
with her bright auburn hair.

She dances with the trees
and shakes them to their core.
Autumn leaves them bare,
before opening the door

to Winter, who breezes in
coldly cooling Autumn’s embers.
But until then, her majesty is in residence
through October, from September.

A Poem About Autum by Ms Moem. ©

Watercolor Illustrated Poem Quote

This quote is a snippet of a poem I wrote. I decided it might suit being jazzed up with a bit of illustration, and watercolour at that!

I’m still very much in beginner territory when it comes to watercolour painting, so I am quite pleased at how it has turned out. It has already inspired me to create more along the same line, so I hope they might be well-received.

There’s something terribly therapeutic about painting and I really enjoyed being creative in a different way, so along the same theme as the poem quote above, if there is something you want to do or try, take the leap and give it a whirl!

Strangers. Friends. Hello. Simple.

Strangers. Friends. Hello. Simple.

Encouraged
to see strangers
as
friends
a trip to the park ends with a
grin.
It begins with a coy hello
and before you know it
you are running around together
enjoying the simple pleasures
of slides and swings.
Uninhibited laughter rings free.
If only we never lost those values
how sweet life would be.

Strangers. Friends. Hello. Simple. is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem about what we can learn from the way children see the world. The difference between a stranger and a friend is whether or not you have said hello.

Strength Not In Numbers, But In Yourself

Strength Not In Numbers, But In Yourself

Not every isolated soul
is looking for a saviour.
To see the proof, and silent truth,
just take a look at nature.
A single solitary flower
is as beautiful alone.
A meadow full is pleasurable
but each grows on its own.
Caterpillars are companionless
as they retire to their cocoons.
No-one near bears witness
And regardless, still they bloom.
With space and time
they become their best.
With grace, redefined,
just being, they are blessed.

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