Come…play with me…

In a world of white beige or grey
I see blues, greens and reds
Fairies dancing
The enchanted

In a world of white wash
Transparent glass
I see oranges, yellow and purple
The enthralled

In a world of faded light
Ignored by the masses
I see pinks, gold and silver
Glimmering Sprites
The mesmerized

I am colour
Play with me…

Copyright ©  Tilly Rivers

Did I Take the Time

Copyright © 2005 Tilly Rivers. First published in poetry book: Blessings by Tilly Rivers.

To my warlock, I love you Puno, T

Did I take the time to show you?
How much I love you

Did I tell you?
Your smile can change my point of view
Make my heart light
That I automatically smile back

Did I remember?
To touch you
Tell you without words
How much you make my spirit sing
How happy you make me every day

Did I look in your eyes?
Telling you from my inner self
How much your love fills me
Did I speak the words?

findmeintherain_tillyriversWhen the time comes…

Look for me in the rain

Hold out your hand

I will be there

Some of us listen…


Copyright Tilly Rivers, 2005- all rights reserved

This poem is from the poetry book “Blessings” by Tilly Rivers written in 2005

The fountain of knowledge is forever pouring upon us
Some of us listen like a container turned upside down
Catching not a drop, spraying over in a useless manner
The container remaining empty
Physically attending to the words
Pretending to listen
In fact not listening at all-mentally some where else

Some of us listen
As a container with holes, the fountain leaks
The holes never be filled
We are trying with only half a heart
We retain only parts of the knowledge given
We are lacking the mindfulness and memory
To be filled completely

Some of us listen
With a vessel containing poison, the fountain isn’t pure
The container has been contaminated
We retain only the knowledge we can twist and spin
The intention to use it later, to harm another

If only we could listen with wholesome motivation
With love

If only we could listen with the same dedication
To the  core fountain
That each of us deserve

Dear World- The Gift Giver

Dear World- it’s me- Tilly

I love to give gifts, birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, or any other holiday, but I also love to give gifts for no reason at all, just because.

Anyone can buy a gift, hand it to the person it is for- easy-peasy right?  However a true gift giver knows it is not only about ‘shopping’ it’s about finding something that represents the person. A true gift giver places this special treasure with tender care in the package, it does not have to be wrapped in layers of tissue, bows and ribbon to make it special, it could be as simple as a white plastic garbage bag!

Hand-made, store bought- re-gifted, it matters not, what matters is the love. Does it matter if it cost lots of money? No, price isn’t what counts. There is a flip side to this statement as well, if I choose to spend a lot of money, that is okay as well, because the price is the price for what I think is the perfect gift. Sometimes buying a smile is in order.

There is a down-fall as well, if the gift is rejected, or you see disappointment, you are heart-broken for you thought for sure they are going to love it, but you can’t please everyone, they are who they are, and want they want, next time I will get it right.

Giving to another is who I am, I love to give, and that won’t change, it is part of me and guess what? I like that part of me!

Sending love on the wings of the wind,




There are Worse Things

Copyright 2005, Tilly Rivers, all rights reserved

There are worse things
I suppose than dyingtillyrivers_2017
Forgetting to live is one
Not remembering
To tell the people you love
That you care is another
Taking for granted
How the sun feels on your face
Not living in the now
Moment to moment

Inner peace

There are worse things
I suppose than dying
Forgetting to smile is one
Laughter is another
Please don’t forget to laugh
Assuming time stands still
Time is neither friend nor enemy
Not caring

There are worse things
I suppose than dying
Forgetting to care
Turned to ice
Don’t forget to love
A chance to bloom
Taking without
Giving back
Not feeling the rain
On your flesh
Inner tranquility

There are worse things…


Dear World- Real Life

Dear World- it’s me Tilly

Have you ever asked yourself why you stopped focusing on real-life, the every day moments that matter? As a society have we really traded in conversations for screens?  Any screen seems to do the trick really, your phone, your computer, your tablet, the television, anything that you can bury yourself in so that you don’t have to pay attention to the people in your life that are real.

I remember as a child growing up that after a certain hour a station on the TV would stop broadcasting and the screen would turn to static, it was called ‘white noise,’ an annoying noise in the background. Is that what real-life is now?  Is a conversation between two people becoming an annoyance? Would you rather watch life, lurking in the background or creeping someone’s profile on Social Media than engage in your own life and build the relationships you have?

Have you noticed that as you spend more and more time with your screen, that the people around you start doing the same thing? Screen life, verses real life.

I get that we need an escape from the everyday, and need to take some time just for ourselves, and maybe that ‘escape’ is a game on Facebook, or reading a funny tweet, or whatever, but when your focus is 98% on screen verses off screen- when you would RATHER watch something or someone else than be present in the moment, when REAL-LIFE is a picture to put on screen, or a video in the hopes of it going viral… I think that can lead to regrets, for no one is in your life forever, and time can not be reversed.

How many times in your life have you heard, or said “If only I had five more minutes, with {a parent, spouse, child, grandparent, lover, friend etc.}?” In your grief, you have come to realize that you have FOREVER lost the opportunity to be with that person and you vow that  you will ‘stop and smell the roses, because life is too short’….but like most promises we make to ourselves, we don’t follow through, not because we lied, not because we are horrible, our intention was honourable at the time, but because….


Because why?




Copyright Tilly Rivers, 2016, All rights reserved
A web of trust is created
Easily torn

The creator has a great task
Spinning each strand
With truth
Against the endless cycle of
Fear or let down

A web of trust is created
Effortlessly in tatters
The inventor has a noble undertaking
Spinning new strands
Upon which confidence in another is built
That we may rely upon
Embracing the eternal sequence of sanctuary

A belief in another

A web of trust is created
With ease ripped beyond repair
The designer must be of gracious heart
Spinning strands with strength
Pure light, untangled
Never to devour-but a gentle touch
Banishing the shadows of failure
Building a foundation

A web of trust has been created
By you
For me
Delicate yet strong
Fragile yet pure