Blog : poetry

Way leads on to way.

Way leads on to way.

Some weeks are more difficult than others. Who am I kidding, some years are more difficult than others. But you carry on hoping, praying that when you reach the other end you would have accomplished something.

This year has been littered with (very) late nights, more responsibility than I ever thought I would have to deal with in my 20’s and great loss. I have lost more than I care to admit. Little bits of myself, creativity, people, friendships, hope and much more.

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Something I attempt to live by.

This poem made its way into my life in a strange way. It was read to me in a meeting way back when, when I still had an office 8 to 5’er. I hated every second. I had horrible work and worked with horrid people. I will never forget the day I first heard it, what I was wearing and where I sat in the office. Every word spoke to me and still does.


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This and this tonight.

This and this tonight.

“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”
― E.E. Cummings

#ProjectPoetry (week 6)

Read the previous poem here with FlatWhite blog. 

Theme : Happiness.


Roll the dice,

Spin the wheel,

Pick a seat,

Skip a track,

Point and order.

Play your hand,



Take your winnings,

Stash it,

Spend it,

Give it away.

Sit back,

Read a book,

Take a nap,


Make the phone call,

Send the letter.


Be happy.


Next up is Cupcakemummy 😉 with the theme: Water


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#ProjectPoetry (week 5)

#ProjectPoetry (week 5)

Read the previous poem here, by FabulousMommy 

Only wild things understand

The feel of beach sand.

The grains between paws.

The flaws.

The warmth of a hot rock.

The family in a flock.


Only wild things understand

That homes can be moved.

That seasons can soothe.

That the wind chases.

That we all creatures have many faces.


Only wild things understand.


I tag Cupcakemummy to start the next round with my sentence in bold and the theme is HAPPINESS.

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Updates and things

My lack of posts these past few weeks have been due to the craziest year (well actually the whole year) ever. I have never blogged on a schedule per se (God knows I have tried) but what I have been doing has always seemed to work for me so why bother right?

Here are a few updates of what’s been happening in different aspects of greenlydia’s life.

(Please excuse the lack of visual aids for this post, It was written rather quickly)


I have been travelling quite a bit for work which I totally love but travelling comes at a price.

  • My home office is so messy I could hide a dead body or two in here.
  • I haven’t had the time to write all the things I want to.
  • I am far too familiar with airport staff.
  • I miss my dude.
  • I Miss my cat.
  • My cupboard needs cleaning. Suitcase – wash – cupboard – repeat can get a little disorganized.

But I have really been enjoying being all over. I am so lucky to have a job that I love even when I hate it.

Last month our Office Manager left us after almost 2 years. (All the sadness) but we are very happy for her going on to do something that will make her truly happy. Replacing her has been a nightmare. Since when do people send CV’s in WORD documents?? I mean really now. We have managed to narrow down the search and I hope to have someone back in that office pretty soon.


It’s a little less than 4 months to go before Oscar and I say “I do”. Thus far it has been a lot of fun planning things. All of the big things have been taken care of. The church, venue, food, music, photographer. Now just the fun details left. This is my favourite part. All the things that will make this day pretty and memorable for us and our guests.

Oh I don’t have a wedding dress yet. This is a bit tricky as I don’t like the fuss of having one made, but finding one to buy or hire that doesn’t look like confectionary is a tough task.

I would LOVE it if anyone could drop me a line of someone/store where I can buy one with minimal effort. (Guys, I really dread the whole dress thing.)


Well as most of the regular readers would know, I started #ProjectPoetry and roped in 3 other writers to join. Simple concept, I write something and highlight one line. Next writer opens with said line and so forth. These ladies have been SO GREAT at this we decided to switch it up and carry on for one more month. I will be posting me next one pretty soon.

Have a read here for the others.

#LikeLife 2? Yup it’s true. Cupcakemummy and I are teaming up once again to write a sequel to our first Novella. The response to book 1 was greater than either of us could have ever imagined and I am SO excited to share what happens next. Keep an eye out for the hash tag.


A few posts back I wrote about my own take on a wine rating system and I have been putting some real work into this. I am so excited to start putting some fun back into wine and sharing it here.

The first wine will be up this week followed by a feature on the RMBWinex that I will be visiting this year.

Wino’s stay tuned.

(Maybe some wine giveaways in the near future too)


That’s all I can share with you right now.

So many things happening.

So many things to write about.

So many things to be happy about.

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Project Poetry (week 3)

Read the previous poem here with Fabulous Mommy



The cracks begin showing,

The silk slips lower down.

Porcelain skin, supple, moveable.

The curves begin showing.

Rounded, peaked.

Outlines so traceable.

Finger tips become precision paint brushed.

A master piece is born.

Between you and I.

Muse and artist.

The love begins showing.


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Project Poetry (week 3)

Read the previous poem here with Fabulous Mommy 

A Day.

A box full of photos

a tin of trinkets

an old song.


A bottle of wine

a vase with one wilted flower

an empty glass.


An open door

a curtain moving with the wind

a feeling.


A plane ticket.

a plan

a destination.


An open heart

a yearning

a sense of adventure.


A suitcase full of dust.




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Project Poetry. (week 2)

Read the previous poem here. 


I drift out around the edges.

In a little paper boat.

Made of newspaper, barely afloat.

The water washes over.

The boat dips and I see a clover.

Three leaves, not four.

Just on the edge of the shore.

Oh little paper boat why are you wavering.

As I sink my mind is havering.

Had I floated closer. closer to the edge.

I could have grabbed that clover from the hedge.

Used it as an ore.

An umbrella or even more.

Alas my paper boat has sunk.

But I can swim. Who’d have thunk.




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Lets write something.

I roped in 3 writers to join me in reviving poetry. I read poetry. Mostly after a glass of wine. After 3 more I try my hand at it but I have never published any of it. It has always just sat in my drafts. But I figure If we do it together it wont be so scary. Its just a bunch of words after all.


So here’s the plan. 4 pieces a week. I will highlight one random sentence in my poem and that will become the first line of the next persons poem and so forth.

Its not planned or pre-written. (This one was just the latest one in my drafts so it got picked to start)  We will be running #ProjectPoetry for one month.

Flat White Concepts is next up.


(I will add links once she has published but head on over to her cyber spot and keep an eye out.)




She heard the music. It moved her.

She tasted the wine. It soothed her.

She felt it. She felt everything she refused to feel for such a long time.

She felt it.

Warm cheeks.

Crimson wine.

Scarlet lips.

She longed for the smell of the ocean. The salt was heightened in the wine as she heard the waves crashing. Without her.

She missed the dunes and the midnight swims. Fully clothed. Naked. Breathing in the sea air. Feeling the beat of the heart.

She had the love but lost the lust.

For life.

The fire.

The heat.

She needed it to burn. To make her want more.

Want all of it.

Purple wine.

Make it seem lighter. Lighter.

Lift me up

Lift me.



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