Sandra Banks's Page

When I write, I like to see, the words dance upon the page
like ballet dancers, gliding gracefully, upon an imaginary stage
my words unfold and come to life, like the opening of a flower
its petals slowly opening, gaining strength, gaining power
the words getting stronger, as my emotions start to flow
sharing my thoughts and feelings, putting my life on show

When I paint, I like to see, the picture come to life
never knowing what it will be,adding mystery and spice
my brushes become alive, just… Continue

The lights went out, the sky went dim
with a gentle sigh, she floated out from within
she came to rest between the trees embrace
showing only her shadowed body, not her face
the glowing feathers of her wings, lit the trees and
the leaves began to bloom
She had finally awakened from her inside that
deep dark tomb

Her name is Hope, she was once locked away
in a distant place, where she did stay
I knew who she was for I had seen her once before
She was the one I left , locked behind that door
I ha… Continue

Dig up the roots of that old tree
look down into the tunnel, I left behind
you will see the chains, where I broke free
Look very hard and you may find
my life, my story, that is untold
a crumbling life, full of decay and mould
but I clawed my way through the dirt and grime
through the stench and mud, towards another time
with hands reaching out through the shoots
new life is now growing from its roots
Its growth had now been regenerated
the life before, is no more, had been incincerated
and out… Continue

I think us poets
without our voices
are like a heart
without a
soul

We need our stages
We need our audience
to express ourselves and
make us feel
whole

We share our hopes
We share our dreams
our sadness and our
loss

We imagine
We visualise
we give our lives
a shiny
gloss

Our words they
pour straight from
the heart
Its how we give
Its how we start

Its how we know
we can be
true
by sharing a
part of our lives
with
you