Author: victoriastokoe

I know I was going to delve into the past on this post.. but, I need more time to think about what I’m going to write. Words are hard to put down on paper sometimes, or in this case in virtual ink…So it isn’t really ink? It’s visible but it doesn’t actually exist does it. So thinking along those lines..Does this poetry exist if it’s not on paper in a physical form? Can I own and copyright something that doesn’t physically exist. Without battery power, there are no words. Keep a copy of everything on paper…sustainably sourced obviously 😊

Peace and love ❤

I may be writing into the void ( looking at stats I definitely am ) but writing keeps many of us sane regardless and so yes, I’m possibly going to be talking to myself forever…I’m keeping a record (unless, as I said, we have no power) I can live with that…

Ps..If you happen to catch a glimpse of me swirling round in the cyclonic winds of WordPress, reach out a hand, stop me spinning and have a read. I’m getting dizzy in here 🤪

My poems are nearly always a bit melancholy, I’m generally quite a happy and positive person and I love it when I write a more lighthearted poem. I think some things keep you on a level and clear your head and this I suppose is my thing that keeps me happy. When I have some me time and I need to sit and be stationary, this is usually what I’m doing. Some may grab a box of cigarettes.. I don’t drink or smoke and I see so many people needing these to get through their day or night. I prefer to be productive, to always be creating something when I get that restless feeling, which to be honest is most days..

I dig the allotment over, go on a hike or try to keep busy with whatever a normal and mundane day brings as things still need to be done. I’m never sat down for long and ideas can be flying around in my head all day in the most boring situations. Sometimes lines are lost, the ones that I think I’ll remember but sadly don’t. It’s always handy to have a notebook to jot these down, especially if you can’t have your phone with you, in work or training situations or the battery is flat. I have lost so many good thoughts over the years.

If I write, my stress levels seem to fall drastically. Sometimes I don’t know where the poems come from but I understand their meaning and I just have to get these feelings out.

Where do our poems come from and why do we feel so passionate about what we do?

My Grandad was a poet, my second cousins, my Grandad’s nephew’s, whom I only knew existed last year!! are both poets and one is on his fourth murder mystery novel. This was a brilliant suprise..it’s obviously circulating in our blood.

My next post will go back quite a few years when the poetry bug kicked in and why it did.

Sending you all peace and positive vibes for the day.. Victoria 🦋

Can I love still?
I am old and my
heart is getting old.
Do I love more
after heartache
and wars and the
passing of most
of the people
I’ve known?

As I search for your star
in the peppered night light,
I know..
Yes I can love still
but it’s also true..
I once loved
so much more,
a time when I had you.

In the moonrise
I’d place the planets,
to change time
to a better day. You never returned, so again my heart breaks.

So love more of
what you have now, as one day you will love less of what you have today.

Victoria Stokoe.

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