Author: Tanya Southey

March – Daily Routines: Daily Routines

March – Daily Routines: Daily Routines

Daily Routines The showerhead will gush as it does every morning spilling warm water on my daily thoughts as I shampoo prayers of love on a world that continues to turn The dog will allow the sun to fall on the spot where she chooses […]

March – Daily Routines: Reading

March – Daily Routines: Reading

Reading You will find me between the covers of a book wandering around in worlds I’ve never lived in, back in a tunnel of time, you, Mr Darcy and me, well, whomever I feel like being You will find me on a page lost between […]

March – Daily Routines: Tea

March – Daily Routines: Tea

Tea

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The world is crumbling,
life has gone insane,
something must
be done

It looks like nothing
this rising, walking
to the sink,
hands held firmly on
the kettle as
the heaviness
fills the jug

The switch flicked
water simmers
then boils
the kettle vibrates
gives up and
settles
in a steaming hiss

The thin,
bone china tea cup,
warmed,
now waits for water
to turn from colourless
to deep tannin hues,
then softened with
a dash of milk

Hands curled
around
the cup,
warmed from
icy thoughts
of climate change,
parents aging,
governments failing,
a million things
that can go wrong

She muses at
how much she hates
the phrase
“what happened?”

Reset, steam
inhaled, hope swallowed

Again, she rises.


© Tanya Southey
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February – Solitude: Quiet

February – Solitude: Quiet

Quiet You came to observe the things others cannot see but it’s only in the hush that your eyes will adjust to your personal light In the noise of seeing your heart may go astray and you will filter the sky through colours that are […]

February – Solitude: Silence

February – Solitude: Silence

This week’s poem is “Silence” in the monthly theme of “Solitude”. Next week’s word is “Quiet”. Silence The head chairs meetings voices creep with feedback, ‘not good enough’ they stalk and circle ‘you could have been better’ The heart needs quiet to connect to pillars […]

February – Solitude: Peace

February – Solitude: Peace

February’s theme in the #monthlymusings is “Solitude”. This week’s word is “Peace”

Peace

Photo credit: Denise Smith “Your call”. Follow Denise on Instagram @deniselifeart or on FB Denise Smith (Photo Album – My Streets) — with Denise Smith.

The calling will come
it will arrive on the wind,
perhaps, screaming your name
as trees bend to add to the beckoning

Or not

It might take a stroll
arrive on a gentle breeze
that crossed the ocean,
ambled to where you are sitting
sipping your coffee

But it will come

And whether it screams
or gently taps your shoulder
you will know,
and you will rise
and walk in the direction
of your personal peace

© Tanya Southey
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February – Solitude: Alone

February – Solitude: Alone

February’s theme in the #monthlymusungs is “Solitude”. This week’s word is “Alone”. Alone Alone is one of my favourite words, it has no echoes of loneliness, it speaks of endless possibilities of skies that stretch for blue miles and canopies of green cover as trees […]

January – Reflections: Musing

January – Reflections: Musing

Musing My favourite thoughts are simple in their complexity What if the most beautiful rose ever formed bloomed in the garden of a dying woman and no one saw it? Would it still be the most beautiful rose to ever have flowered? What if its […]

January – Reflections: Echoes

January – Reflections: Echoes

Photo credit: Denise Smith “Full focus”. Follow Denise on Instagram @deniselifeart or on FB Denise Smith (Photo Album – My Streets) — with Denise Smith.

Echoes

Standing on familiar soil
I see the echoes
of a time that used to be,
time when this soil
was all I knew,
time when small town dirt
beneath my nails,
broke the boundary
of where I started
and the land began

Now I am tall and home
is far away, across an ocean
that laps this sand,
but standing here
in the echo of the past,
the descendants
of my childhood crickets
screech and
my cells stir to
their familiar shrill

I see the echoes in the eyes
of children now standing on this grass,
familiar shades of those gone before,
the ones who carried the genes,
who tilled this soil
the echoes of their sentiments
reflecting, rippling,
water in a gene pool

© Tanya Southey
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January – Reflections: Mirror

January – Reflections: Mirror

In the #monthlymusings series of the #52words52weeks collection, we are in January with the focus on “Reflections”. This week’s word is “Mirror”. Mirror Give up looking in the mirror, hardened glass of expectations Give up judging your own reflection, the flat version of yourself, the […]

January – Reflections: Sky

January – Reflections: Sky

January is the month of “Reflections”. The first word in the set is “Sky” Sky The sky sighed, breathed above a land adored, and when night set in, punctured holes within its heart and called them stars instead of scars to still give light The […]

Week 52: Epilogue

Week 52: Epilogue

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Epilogue

The clock does not know
it will continue ticking
but we will be gone;
the garden will remain
in velvety verdance
and someone else will tend
the plants and trim their wild ambitions;
the birds will arrive at dawn
waiting for the whistling woman
as she scatters the seeds
of their longings;

The sky will not crack
the clouds will float
the rain will course through
the gutters we have called home
but the roof will shelter someone else’s memories
our laughter will compost in the soil
we will be flung, a diaspora of family
floating in planes above the turbulence
hoping for gentle landings

© Tanya Southey
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Week 51: Trust

Week 51: Trust

Trust It is hard to trust when fear leaves your mouth bone dry and your tongue lies locked, words departed and only the whispered prayers of childhood run through your mind rote learnt and repeated like mantras of familiarity Out of nowhere I stumble on […]

Week 50: We

Week 50: We

We We who were born to shift the fog and clear away old concepts are finding each other We the misfits the lonely, the sad the ones who ached to find their belonging are connecting We the quiet observers who desire something beyond ourselves, who […]

Week 49: Love

Week 49: Love

Photo credit: Denise Smith “Here and there”. Follow Denise on Instagram @deniselifeart or on FB Denise Smith (Photo Album – My Streets) — with Denise Smith.

Love

When my bones
are bleached
and brittle
from carrying my stories
I hope to say I have loved

When my skin has sagged,
etched with experience
and rivulets of tears, both
sadness and laughter,
have eroded my face
I hope to say I have loved

When my organs have quietly
carried me through this one life
and absorbed its shocks as
well as its synchronistic surprises
I hope to say I have loved

When at last I leave this plane
and move on to the great wonder
I hope to find that all
there is, is love

© Tanya Southey
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Week 48: Kindred

Week 48: Kindred

Kindred In all the dust and chaos of the universe I stumbled on you Random particles who happened perchance, to be at the same spot at the same time in the vastness of where we could be In all the millions of probabilities and the […]

Week 47: Fleeting

Week 47: Fleeting

Fleeting We promised to meet, a pact made long before we were born when we were light in the throws of planning an earthbound journey We promised to meet, a pact made with love long before the movement of tides fated us to drift in […]

Week 46: Refuge

Week 46: Refuge

Refuge

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It was long ago
and memories now
lie within a hush
of petals fallen
to the ground
to nourish the
earth hungry
for beauty

It was long ago
and the music
plays a scratchy
memory of a
needle on a
record going
round and round
to a favourite tune

It was long ago
and it is now
and needing refuge
I fall asleep with my
head on your shoulder
only the stars between us
can say you are not gone

© Tanya Southey
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Week 45: Manifest

Week 45: Manifest

Manifest I was born your angel not in the sense of the good girl but in my role of fierce protector my tiny hands were made to drag you from your fears to save you from yourself and reignite your laughter when you were in […]

Week 44: Saudade*

Week 44: Saudade*

Saudade* Sometimes the mists roll in bringing thunderous sunshine and the cicada filled memory of kikuyu grass beneath bare feet, cooling in the summer heat Sometimes the mists roll in bringing Delft blue skies and the clear recalling of the crimson roses in the tiny […]

Week 43: Truth

Week 43: Truth

Truth

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You came here without a path
your role is to forge one
for the ones trodden by others
do not belong to you

You came here with a heart
your role is to break it
for the only way to protect it
is not to care and that will
crack your soul

You came here with a belief
your role is to question it
and you will learn that
truth is diamond-faceted
in its complexity

You came here with a soul
your role is to sit quietly
and listen to it,
it is not to find it, for it was
never lost
only hidden in the noise

You came here with a tribe
who arrived disguised
your role is to love them
and you will find your friends
hidden under varied shaded skins

You came here
love it
live it
leave it better
than it was before

© Tanya Southey
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Week 42: She

Week 42: She

She She who puts herself together with perfection is hiding the secret of her own imperfections; she who steps forward despite feeling “not good enough”; she who smiles through gritted teeth and nods, violently disagreeing breaking inside, acquiescing because she knows she cannot shift the […]

Week 41: Mercy

Week 41: Mercy

Mercy Give yourself twelve moons start with the fullest point collect all the things you say about yourself, the hardness, the brittle thoughts the lack of kindness, the things you would never say to a dearest friend, but you say to yourself with ease and […]

Week 40: Lacuna

Week 40: Lacuna

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Lacuna*

If you go into yourself
and find a patch within
that has no graffiti
from others, from them,
from people who love you
and those who do not,
if you go into yourself
and find a field where
nothing is built and no one
has ploughed or planted ideas
what would you write?

If you venture into this
darkest spot where no one
has been, not even yourself
and you were given the pen,
told you can mark yourself
permanently, what would you write?

Would you be tempted to write
what everyone expects?
“You are enough” or “love”
or simply “I was here”
or would you find a word no one
has used and etch it in
to flaunt your uniqueness?

© Tanya Southey
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*Lacuna – a blank space

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Week 39: Blessings

Week 39: Blessings

Blessings I create blessings in my head I send them to my hands and stroke them into your hair I tell you nothing of them for you will look at me with your wry smile and tell me I am way too optimistic This cosmic […]

Week 38: Horizons

Week 38: Horizons

Horizons Horizons are a calling a nudging to a place that sometimes only you can see far beyond the misty plains, way beyond the wooded hills Horizons beckon and whisper, “Come, just over the hill just beyond where you are at now. There, look, is […]