The man looked in the mirror – It broke upon his glare He reached out and felt the shattered, scattered glass Bleeding heavily a hand touched his face And his glare revealed a stain That would not wash The hand was that of past tense Bearing its soul and mind Upon eternal now… But then […]
Month: March 2020
Limerick XVIII
There’s a virus – they call it Corona It creates panic all the world over The shelves – they are bare No toilet paper to spare So we wipe our bum on whatever’s left over
Haiku poetry XXII
Solitude a leaf of gold – Company it’s art – A picture frame of nature born to mould.
sensualism 