Tracey Walker
Profile
I am fascinated by the rhythms of life, by the elements, and by human emotion. I spend my time reading, philosophising, eating good food, drinking good coffee (or wine) and laughing (and sometimes crying) with friends. I’m quite a simple person with complex ideas and emotions. Is this possible?
Groups
Tracey Walker is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, **A SPIRITUAL / PSYCHIC WALK**, 1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices, All About Water, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Anger Management, Blood Red - All things vampiric, Children-The Power of Raw Emotion , Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Everyday Women, Feminine Intent (LIMIT TWO IMAGES PER DAY), Light In The Darkness, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Mermaids and mystic creatures, Myths, Legends and Fairytales, Practising the Dark Arts, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Sisters in Arms (feminine relationship described), Tarot: Map Of Consciousness, The beauty of poetry, The Healing Journey, THE SISTERHOOD, Twisted Tales, Witches, Wizards and Warlocks., WMG and Writing Workshop.
Journal Entries
Travelling with Brecht
Posted 8 days ago, 4 comments so far.
Who Will Be Your Saviour? - April 20th 2009
Posted 7 months ago.
The Colours of Italy - 1st March 2009
Posted 7 months ago.
A Warm breeze blows the old veil away - February 2009
Posted 7 months ago.
The Life of A Tumbleweed - December 2008
Posted 7 months ago.
Je Suis Tres Calme - October 2008
Posted 7 months ago.
Summer is a time for 'naturalness' - 8th May 2008
Posted 7 months ago.
The Wind of Change - March 10th 2008
Posted 7 months ago.
Feeling Spiritual - 8th February 2008
Posted 7 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Writing
The Final Act - A Catharsis
Infuriation is such a destructive emotion, and Diana is torn between fulfilment and a nauseating terror at seeing Irma provoked by mere lack of reaction.
Taming of The Shrew
‘This wilful shrew, she will be tame, / I’ll pound her down before I’m lame.’ / That wretched weakness snarled unheard, / But the goddess was not furled.
She and The Sea
“Let your feet be swept from the ground, Le petit mort is sweet and sound.”
The Silent Storm
Sweeping veils are coating none. / While fanfares groan a death. / Sound and laughter, all are gone. / Except the strong wind breath.
The Autumn Tree
Standing naked, reaching out, / Searching for the sky. / Darkened clouds release the snow, / Silencing her cry.
The Man in The Moon
‘Relax, have faith, release your fears, / Be not ashamed to show your tears.
