When the universe is in bloom, there are dreams I whisper to you. Soft as a secret and sweet as a player, in a language only we would know. How have you been all these years?(By Annabel, April 2025) Little Updates: How have you been? I am thinking of you. I am well. This quarter,… Continue reading Those Moments…
Tag: womanhood
Unstory: Like Wind
Life happens in fragments, not stories. It’s only when we decide that certain fragments should link together in a certain way and with certain transitions, a story is made. In that sense, we are the playwrights of our own stories in which we gather the materials (life’s fragments), we decide the progressions (the order of… Continue reading Unstory: Like Wind
My Ten Years
A morning light, A gentle breath,An unexpected sigh,A moment has drifted.These simple words,this time and place,this quietude when I think of you.It's in the dark,It's in the rain,It's in the silence after pain.A golden ray, A rain drop,A moment peace,A second chance?(Untitled, By @Annabel 2025) It's been a long time since I last posted something,… Continue reading My Ten Years
Birthday Poem: The Woman I am
The woman I am, is very ordinary, but an uncommon sort. The woman I am, is a rebel, so intense but never impulsive. The woman I am, is a foolish dreamer, spunky and shrewd. The woman I am, is neither a dangerous seductress nor your girl next door. I am the white moonlight shyly beaming… Continue reading Birthday Poem: The Woman I am
Second Life
The twilight of your face, the unseen meadow in your voice, drew me to your eyes’spring solace. When we hear the din of our aloneness, When we risk the change that creates and destroys, Is this the last incarnation of a sacred living breath? I grieve the deleted passage, I regret the untold truth, It… Continue reading Second Life
The Sweetest Burden
Whenever my heartbeats out of rhythm, I secretly blame you, my friend! like a violet in the meadow grew, Bowed to earth, and hid from view: what a strange melody, oftentimes, you’ve sung to my heart's sentiments. Are you caught by bonny youth By that beloved form and fresh dew, By those eyes seem so… Continue reading The Sweetest Burden
BlancheFleur – a woman’s soul
Softly, in the mist of moonlight, a woman is singing to me, black feet-long hair with a smile so genteel; taking me back down the vista of years, still I see a child sitting behind the grand oak tree, accompanied by the drowsy eyes of blooming leaves, and harbored within a thousand impossible dreams, when… Continue reading BlancheFleur – a woman’s soul
A Woman Speaks
I have been a woman for a long time, where there’s a rose there’re thorns so beware my smile I am treacherous with old Magic So beware my passion they are comedic rage with burning flames Be aware my pride, they’re untouched by blood unrelenting as the curse of love determined, rise again and again… Continue reading A Woman Speaks
The Modern Etiquette 