Salvation – a poem by Lis Goodwin

I’ve said, time and time again,

that the knives you’ve sharpened

will one day stop hurting me,

and I shall live.


I am healing, and as my life now grows,

those knives of yours are less fearful

to me.


I no longer flinch when you use them:

your sharpened, wounding words.

I no longer blink.


Am I hardened? Am I well?

Have I developed a shell?

Or is this true strength?


Only God knows the work He has wrought in me.

Only God knows why He chose to save me from you.

Only God knows His plan

for me.


Lis Goodwin ©2016


Getaway – a poem by Lis Goodwin


I came here to get away from you.

For a break from our stress:



I came to admire this place,  and found

that I had walked into your

cold, cold heart;


that I had booked myself a place – a room –

inside your feelings for me:

inside you.


I shivered, and spun on my heel.

I knew I had to leave:

both this place, and you.


Lis Goodwin ©2016


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Melt – a poem by Lis Goodwin


I knew when I met you, you’d hurt me.

I saw the bitter disappointments of your past

And thought I could out-weigh them.


The see-saw tottered for all those years – yet I felt I’d won;

Then you walked away – tired, you said – exhausted by my kindness and my care,

when you were used to abuse.


My weight – my love – was too soft for you.

Lis Goodwin ©2016

Thank you / mulţumesc to Alex Blajan for the inspirational photograph. You can find Alex at

Pickled Pepper: A Moral Tale!

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper;
but what if, just to test her,
he offered pepper (what a jester)
to his pretty sister, Hester
saying here’s face powder (to suit her).

If Peter Piper offered pickled pepper to his sister, Hester?

Hester, with a fluster, sneezing (bless her)
would chase, and batter Peter, and
chuck his pepper in his peepers!

Leaving sneezing, watering-eyed Peter
pepperless, battered, bruised and wheezing
having learned the lesson of his teasing!

Remember younger, smaller sibling:
It is unfeasible
to assume your bigger sister teasable!

© Lis Goodwin 2016

I had fun writing this – I hope you enjoyed it!

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin – your voice coach

Thoughts on Evening – a poem by Lis Goodwin


The dark looms,

like a tall man getting closer.

And the trees seem to bleed,

shimmering their darkness

into the reflected blue water of evening.


Lights drip, rippling and pouring;

spilling carelessly towards you

as the water moves.


And the softest sound,

the gentlest warm breeze

caresses the grasses and comforts your soul,

your ear,

in the dark.


© Lis Goodwin 2016


I hope you enjoyed this – when I saw the picture, I felt it called for a poem.

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin – your voce coach


Image credit: Circe Denyer Evening Empty Bench Free Stock Photo – Public Domain Pictures

In Praise of Flies – a poem by Lis Goodwin


Thank God for maggots!

Praise the Lord for flies!

Without them the redolent stench of death would bring water to our eyes!


The rotting fox in the hedgerow,

The fatally wounded mouse

not only the country’s saved the smell, but indeed so is your house!


Even the little shrew,

bats, mice and rats aren’t immune –

death gets them all, and flies are the clean-up crew!


Thank God for maggots!

Praise the Lord for flies!

Without them the redolent stench of death would bring water to our eyes!


© Lis Goodwin 2016


Don’t ask me about what prompted the mental processes which produced this little ‘gem’. Just don’t ask….


Best wishes

Lis Goodwin – your voice coach

Image credit: Peter Häger