Pat Vicarey

I love to talk that's why a phone call is a blessing

Someone gave me a rainbow, I don't know who.

This poem is a bridge roping across the chasm of the mind

. . .the thoughts are transient bringing back the past. . .

From my window / I survey the storm outside / trees with hula hooping branches / umbrellas sailing on a sea of rain

Mind, send me words which will fall like pebbles on a long uneven shore,

O, horizon, speak to me. Can you not come near? You send the sea as messenger –

Possessions, how we love them. As the squirrels gather nuts, so possessions accumulate.

But this morning was so different. The branches seemed to beckon us to the peaceful pond ahead.

Looking round this room I can see nothing red in color – only my red handbag at my side. It would seem that red is not a restful colour and here

Is she also searching for that distant wasteland? Are we all looking for The Truth?

It's time something drastic was done about plastic

...when bombs were hitting our neighbourhood, we felt that we had a Guardian Angel, as our family survived.

...an ear-making sound that you ever-never heard...

When praying on Remembrance Day for Uncle G I felt that I had known him impossible because I was not born

Poets are lions, some quietly roar

. . .Who said 'ergo sum' was a master of the craft./ Was he a poet, was he a planner?/ No! Planning a poem often leads to disaster/ and never rings true. Let it be – let it happen/ let the kaleidoscope lead –

As a color, is brown sad?

Childhood innocence shows itself in many ways. . .

Peace, silence, not a chance! The world is all around/ cannot be muffled no matter how one pulls that duvet over ears/ world noise shatters us. . .

I'm in the middle/ of a maze/ and can't get out. . .

On riverbank/ pooling hands in water/ a child/ discovers many wonders:

What is important in my world/ is wonderment around

Is it a fact predestinate that always we should celebrate Death?