Tag Archives: soul

Rejection

Posted on September 5, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

Once upon a time there was a cupboard full of toys. One shelf belonged to the cuddly toys, mostly old, worn and threadbare. There was a monkey with scratchy hands and a moth-eaten waist coat, a velvet elephant with a … Continue reading →

Posted in Stories | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Soul

Posted on July 3, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

I am the daughter of Mother Earth My flesh is formed of her dust She gave me birth; I am part of her But how could she give me a soul? The Earth is alive in a myriad ways Yet … Continue reading →

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , | 2 Comments

I listen

Posted on June 20, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

I listen. He listens So Mother Theresa described her prayers. And I wonder In the silence The solitude When every little sound Sounds loud Waiting in the quiet Till noisy brain Ceases its endless chatter For a while And in … Continue reading →

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Flash fiction

Posted on May 29, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

The church was large, square and dark. The man sat there at one with the building. His feet planted firmly on the floor. His head bowed but raising his chin from time to time as though turning his face toward … Continue reading →

Posted in Stories, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Being

Posted on May 1, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

I pause the doing Embrace the being Breathe the breath Of who I am Deep pool of being Never plumbed E’en if I had A thousand years.

Posted in Life, Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A precious moment

Posted on April 29, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

I wandered into a room By chance Mug of tea in my hand The sun steamed in through The window I stopped, I stood, and I basked. A moment out of a schedule A moment that makes Today A moment … Continue reading →

Posted in Life, Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Stranger danger

Posted on April 4, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

I don’t know him So I mustn’t speak But his eyes are kind I feels he sees My bleeding soul. I don’t know him So I can’t avail myself Of kindness. Instead I must be good Must bear the pain … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Freedom

Posted on March 19, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

Freezing fog and hail She will stay indoors again Mind still free to roam If memory serves me correctly, it was Frank McCourt, author of Angela’s Ashes and ‘Tis who described being imprisoned in a hospital bed during a childhood … Continue reading →

Posted in Life, Poems, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Garden of life

Posted on March 11, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

Bulb: dried up, looks dead Planted, blooms for years and years Everlasting joy. Our life is like a garden; we can plant habits, attitudes, behaviour patterns deep within our soul that will naturally bloom in season without any further effort … Continue reading →

Posted in Life, Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Daffodil

Posted on March 1, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

I sat by the pond. The warmth of the day surrounded, engulfed me. Beauty became tangible in the smell of the air, the sound of birdsong, the kiss of sun rays on my skin. St David’s Day, the first day … Continue reading →

Posted in Life, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 5 Comments