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December 31, 2024
Splitting
(first published on 31/12/23)
A kernel sits inside a shell,
anticipating the new year.
Yet, in the act of splitting
it knows some things must
be left behind.
As it crosses the line,
it takes stock before leaping forward.
Now blessed with abundance and wisdom,
the kernel has nothing to fear.
What will be will be.
Our history cannot dictate what is unwritten.
In the act of splitting, only an empty shell
remains.
Empty shells are worthless,
unlike the pearls that the future contains.
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December 30, 2024
Grapes of Wrath
(written December 2024)
Poisonous seeds bleed into the earth
where flowers once thrived.
Grapes of wrath fall from the trees.
Drunk on the wine of anger, women give birth to
angry men who raise fists to their wives.
From father to son, mother to daughter, all innocent lambs
searching for a cup of human kindness.
Until they, too, become drunk on the wine of anger.
Mass slaughter.
Innocent victims become caught in the crossfire
as generational trauma travels down the ancestral line.
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December 28, 2024
Hourglass
(written December 2024)
Tangled webs, weaved around emotions,
spun around hearts to flatter.
Stifled by the threads, we fail to recognise deceit.
An hourglass containing your soul turns upside down
while years slip away.
Then you escape.
The hourglass now contains sand, yet among the grains,
echoes of pain still linger.
Until you decide to take that hourglass to
the beach and smash it against a rock.
An incoming tide drowns the source of your fears.
The first day of the rest of your life will not wait.
Now, all that is left are the hands of time, tick-tock.
The world and its oysters are yours to take.
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December 22, 2024
Awoken
(written December 2024)
Awoken by you
a sweet mist of sensations
early morning dew
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December 21, 2024
Lauren Scott’s Review of Pieces of Me.
I would like to thank Lauren Scott https://baydreamerwrites.com/ for the wonderful review of Pieces of Me.
Pieces of Me by Maggie Watson is a painful, yet beautiful account in poetic form telling of her experience living with domestic abuse. The abuse was not physical but mental with the label of gaslighting – a form that slowly and covertly chips away at self-worth. I know this author from her wonderful blog, Ephemeral Encounters, but I had no idea of her dealing with domestic abuse. There is no need to read between the lines, so to learn what she had endured really got my blood boiling. The preface alone was moving and inspirational:
You can read the rest of the review here: https://baydreamerwrites.com/2024/12/19/book-reviews-poetry-christmas-miracles-fiction-adventure/
Lauren has just released a new book called Cora’s Quest which I think would make an ideal Christmas gift for any child.
You can purchase Cora’s Quest by clicking the link below.
To each and every person who has bought and also left a review of Pieces of Me, thank you so very much!
I wish you all the happiest of days during this festive season and an abundance of creativity in 2025.
Maggie x
December 17, 2024
Cold Stones
written in response to Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee
Cold are the stones frozen within the lime.
Green is the grass we seek to find.
As we step across that imaginary line, we discover
a fool’s paradise.
Standing halfway between here and there, we need
not compare our lives to that of others.
Water your garden first to uncover the prize.
It has always been there, smothered by the mud that
cakes the soles of your boots.
Cold are the stones not formed from gold but
your grass is more fertile than you know.
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December 16, 2024
Darkness
(written December 2024)
If you should ever find me in darkness, never
offer a light.
Within black, there is nowhere to hide.
Among my fears and self-doubt, stark reality shouts.
With a loud voice, it will scream until I listen.
“Which parts of yourself do you keep hidden?”
Tears glisten as truth slaps my face.
There are no monsters or demons.
Only illusions that my mind creates.
Prevention is better than any cure.
I withdraw myself from the darkness
before locking the door.
I need not revisit the past.
Self-doubt has no place in the present.
I am enough and so much more.
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December 14, 2024
Red Ink
(written December 2024)
If I withdrew the blood from my veins to use as ink,
my words would then turn cold.
With blood on my hands, you would
think me cruel and unkind.
The lines I write travel from my soul in search of light.
Words should never be imprisoned or confined.
Trapped within the human frame, they will die.
When the soul speaks, pay attention.
It holds the answers to every question that runs through
your mind.
To my soul, I must always be true.
If I wrote my lines with red ink, I would be lying to myself
while my fingers turned blue.
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December 11, 2024
Child of Mine
written in response to Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee
Child of mine, please listen to my advice.
Life is not always good.
Lines often become blurry, and countless battles you
will face when pain arrives.
Many moments will shape you,
some you will never forget.
Step away from the fray.
Examine your wounds closely.
Dig out the shrapnel left behind.
Among the pieces, you will find tiny slivers of hope.
Hold them close.
Allow them to be your guide, and never forget,
you are braver than you know.
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