Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Hello!

A big Happy Hello!

I hope all is well with you, as we romp into February the month of love and stuff.

Look out over the next week for some loved up poems, and some new work just breaking through.

I'm also trying to figure out how to add pictures, so watch this space.

I'd also love to hear your comments too, as it really helps me on my writing journey.

I look forward to popping up very, very soon.

Until then I wish you all happiness, wrapped in love and smiles.

Deborah xx


Thursday, 14 January 2016

A Belated Happy New Year!

Dear Followers, Friends and Visitors,

Thank you for arriving on my page today - I am grateful to meet you.

Since my last pitstop, I have made lots of great moves forward on my writing road.

Here is a snippet of what I have been up to:

I am currently writing an Autobiography, a children's drama, writing new poetry and developing and working on new ideas all the time.

So as you can see life is busy, and I am so grateful to you for helping me by visiting my blog here and for enjoying my work - thank you!

Wishing you all abundance, happiness, joy and peace to all you dream this year.

A million smiles to you always,
Deborah xxx



Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Rust Covered Dew


His hands were gnarled,
hard pitted, with splinters. 
Remnants of long days,
of toil.

Smelter and hot metal,
thread deep
within his skin.


She happy in her lost youth,

joyous in loves past dream.
Hair flowing carefree,

and a smile that
shines,

like the brightest sun,
delights everyone.

Then like rust covered dew,

that fateful day.
Bleary eyed,

sleep deprived.
Metal folds like giant waves,
rolled into the stream.
Where she now laid,
that dreadful day.

He fell asleep,

some people said.
No witness saw

the blood she shed.
No longer smiles,
but tears we saw.
For neither now go
on no more.


Copyright© 2015 Deborah M. Hodgetts 

Pain Wall



Pain Wall (Title)


She’s a fighter
You can see it in
her eyes.
Those that once sparkled

like diamonds.
Now, bloodshot and
wet from tears.

Gathering her precious
possessions like children
around her.
Boxes build into walls.
These her memories
of happy days. 
Waiting just waiting.

Today they’re coming.
She waiting behind her barricade.
But they’ll fiercely

be beating down
at her wall.
Uncaring, not loving.

Money, their only joy.
Not interested in dreams or memories.

And screaming, she
holds on to her
possessions.
Each strand of energy

trying to hold back
the tide.
While each angry

pummel, wading in
against her skin.

It’s all over now.
Not long their in
like vultures, ripping
in towards the bone.

She now stands, alone.
Left lost and without
a home.
Emotions etched into her being.

Pain, the wall she
hides within.



Copyright © 2015 Deborah M. Hodgetts 

Monday, 7 September 2015

Reflections of You

Reflections of you (Title)

You pass me by
On the street
A complete stranger

But you look
Like someone I
Thought I knew
A vision of someone
Who could be you?

Eyes mockingly
Looking hopeful
Waiting to elicit
Your point of view
Shifting innocent
Reminders of you.

Chasing not knowing
If the picture
Is true
A moment’s reflection
Of a girl I once knew.

Copyright © 2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts


Broken

Broken (Title)

I cannot sleep.
For no more, can I rest.
Half broken, and crushed
by stress.
External forces conspire
hour by hour.
To drive us ever further,
into some unending way.
Sleep deprived each passing day.
Longing to be more
alive and living.
No longer filled with
regret and misgivings.

Copyright ©2015 Deborah M. Hodgetts