Cait O'Connor

Just a poem today. Migration/Safe Home I am often kneeling, not exactly praying but usually dreamily weeding, revelling in the somet...

Dear Diary, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. John Keats I’ve changed my head...

Dear Diary, If I am walking with two men each of them will serve as my teacher. I will pick out the good points of the one and imitate th...

Dear Diary, I have just finished reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo , our book group’s choice for September which was picked by two...

I am Eve your mother and I am evolution. Set a seed in me or about me and it will grow with just pure belief and hardly any effort conc...

Top of the Hill Henry, Grace c.1920 Grace Henry (1868-1953) was born Emily Grace Mitchell in Aberdeen . She studied in Brussels and P...

 Mrs McGrath. Just a song for a Sunday from the excellent Bob Springsteen Seeger Sessions, an uplifting CD if ever there was one. Play it ...

My local writing group, the Irfon Valley Writers are running a creative writing competition which will be judged by the well known poet Rut...

Artist - Liz Ryan Colours In honour and in memory of such a treasured art, I try my hand, I paint in oils, I sketch in pastels’ harm...

Dear Diary, Colour is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. Claude Monet I wish I was artistic, I can't even draw stick men pro...

Dear Diary I so want to write a poem. I looked hard to find the poem deep inside but I found nothing but jumble; something needs to be bor...

Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused Oh, bu...

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. Buddha The Moon The moon was but a chin of gold A night or...

There really are fairies in my garden, here is one I caught on camera. Dear Diary, I am writing today about books and so of course our ...

Grandmother's Garden by June Dudley And when thou art weary, I'll find thee a bed of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head......

Before the famine On the western tip of Europe reaching out to Dingle Bay, a cottage sits, thatched, gilded and always lit up by th...

There is Another Sky There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind...

This poem is inspired by a meme on Yolanda's Perfectly Imperfect blog . Think of me on Sundays. Think of me on Sundays… For if...

Dear Diary, In my garden there is a large place for sentiment.  My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams.  The though...