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The sign read 'smile if you're not wearing any underwear'.  Funny for a split second until you realize you're looking at the ceiling, feet in stirrups with an unfamiliar head between your legs.  Feeling vulnerable and exposed yet wondering how you compare to all the others they've seen or whether they've stopped 'seeing' in that way.  Thinking of times you've wanted to stand out but right now wanting be ordinary, normal . . .  what is normal anyway?  The coldness of a foreign object, the turning of a screw.  Draped, scraped, making polite conversation, one eye on the door as you plan your escape.

Between The Lines

believing in love as a universal language
until I met you, finding ourselves
in a paradox of our own making
for we were inept at communication
the accent all wrong

I . . .

unable to see the words "I Love You"
through the lyrics of a song

you . . .

unable to hear the words "I Love You"
penned of emotions laid bare on paper

each failing to connect the dots
to read between the lines of longing and denial
trapped in a dance of mixed signals and flirtation
 

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Winner of Poetry Book Giveaway

Thank you to all who entered my poetry book giveaway.  I decided to give away two copies of 'The Edge Of Silence' instead of just one.  

Names were drawn at random and I am happy to announce that Gabriella and Brenda are the two lucky winners.  Congratulations to you both.  The book will be in the mail to you as soon as I receive your address details.

Commiserations to everyone else and thank you for your all your encouragement and support.  Should you wish to purchase a copy this publication is available at Amazon.

 

Thank you.

Self Published Poetry & Giveaway

I am excited to announce that my self published collection of poetry and prose is now available in paperback on Amazon.com.

 

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo’s collection of poetry and prose (enriched with full color images) is an emotional journey through the softest of whispers towards the stark brink of reality as she navigates the realms of life. The Edge Of Silence invites the reader to ruminate on love and loss, doubts and despair, grief and gratitude, hope and heartache, pain and promise with nature as a constant companion.

To mark the occasion I will be giving away a free copy of this collection.  For your chance to win simply share a link to this post on a social media site such as twitter, facebook, google etc and leave a comment with your email address in the section below.
 

The winners name will be drawn at random on Thursday, February 20th, good luck.

The Edge Of Silence - A Collection Of Poetry & Prose

This is the cover for my book of poetry and prose which is in the final stages of revision. 

 

Stay tuned for its official release and your chance to win a free copy.

A Book Of Poetry & Prose

I've spent the last couple of months working on the idea of self publishing a book of poetry and prose.  It's certainly not an easy undertaking but an interesting learning curve for sure.

Each year I like to challenge myself and try something new that helps me grow in some way.  So this is me . . . learning, growing and putting myself out there.  I'm hoping to have it completed early in the New Year.  Watch this space. 

Burning Bridges

Coming to an abrupt stop, in front of a wooden bridge, her fingers traced the rough strip on a box of matches.  Removing one she struck it alight and caught the faint smell of sulphur.  The flame grew tall and began to dance as her thoughts oscillated between 'why' and 'why' not.

Seconds later, as the flame began to lick at her fingertips, she suddenly saw everything so clearly.  There was not just one bridge ahead but several, all interconnected.  Quickly blowing out the match she knew . . . . . today was not the day to burn bridges.

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The Silence Is Deafening

 

She's never more alone than in a crowded room.  Interaction a distraction, content insignificant, mirroring her own reflection. 

 

Small in stature she sits to appear even smaller, curling in on herself.  Hoping no-one sees the insecurity, the truth in her smile.  A smile that does not reach her eyes. 

 

She imagines the scene with all the niceties stripped away.  Silence in place of the lies.  For aren't we taught not to say anything if we have nothing nice to say?

 

She holds her hands to her ears for the silence is deafening.

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Walking On Water

 

there

at the

waters edge

you caught my eye

walking on water

defying gravity

a thing of beauty

one leg missing

not limping

broken

whole

 

Silencing The Doubts

plagued by self doubt

its shadow cast wide

impartial

 

the internal voices

incessant, insistent, deafening

ringing

 

 

spontaneity, creativity

paralyzed in hesitation

tormented

 

perception of reality

skewed, screwed

renewed