James Ballantyne

poetry

  • Soul Coffee with Donna

    I am not entirely sure if there are words in the dictionary to describe the events of my last three weeks, and in the main they are not for here. But let’s just say that for almost every single one… Continue reading

  • Daffodils

    There are daffodils in the world too, And puppy dogs, And trains that leave on time There’s children playing in the sea, And squirrels all around, There’s families playing board games, And teenagers doing their art, There’s wonder and there’s… Continue reading

  • Flow openly.

    Sensing the flow, Like the pen in my hand, The flow keeps going. It’s about to emerge. It’s about to explode. It’s about to flourish. It’s about to be set free. It’s about to flow life To flow the energy… Continue reading

  • Savouring Uniqueness

    As I stood here I didn’t notice the cars Or the take away shop beaming purple Or the shadowed arc of the bridge But the light As I stood there In that moment In that one exact time A million… Continue reading