For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.

Sunday, 3 April 2011



What a Circe is Fortune
to turn us into beasts
and wheel us through our seasons
as Time upon us feasts.


  1. Thank you Sharyn, I very much enjoy your cards for the day btw - and admire your discipline in maintaining it as a regular routine and your courage in putting your thoughts 'out there'.