He looked left -he looked right –it was darkness he was viewingHe walked a stepand then anotheras he turned to face the airHis face was freckledhe was tired – (was it youth that he was missing)Would a smile findhis mouth and sit there inside of him – or shareFriends – (there werenone) – yet therewere […]
Author: sensualism
I spend my valuable hours with family and friends, enjoying the simple pleasures of what life has to offer. Otherwise, I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art.
Three weeks had passed
Three weeks had passed before I’d seen a semblance of herself she’d come to greet me from asleep she’d come down from her shelf She’d impart her knowledge and be seen by me – and me alone her music told of yesteryear I’d hear it in her tone She knew just when to stay away […]
Delight
I stand before the robust shore and wonder if I’ll swim I reach out as far as I can see and still the light is dim I hold my hand for someone else to grasp it and abscond yet is it time that has run out or excitement that’s beyond Beyond foresight and foreboding a […]
To smell the rose
She was walking down the parklands (an esplanade beside the water) With the joy of boundless children playing freely in the park The water breeze was slowing – (though not the joy from sunshine dancing) The far horizon (it drew nearer) as she stopped to smell the rose
Two paths
There are two paths by which I could walk home. One diverts through the back entrance of a Golf Club, whilst the other takes me over a bridge through Sickle Avenue. Which one I choose is up to me. Or is it? This really depends upon the way you see things. Are you in control […]
Haiku poetry XXXIV
Sagacity and forethought Utter not a word – Folly takes control
Haiku poetry XXXIII
The croc feeds on cattle – The hippo capsizes a boat In the woods – a grizzly’s foretold
Summerland
One stands before the dancing sun that glistens in the sea Remembering green, yellow, blue and knowing where they’ve been And where derived a vision (clear) – so eloquently chosen And why we delved in other’s fear – ties never to be broken The sun is spring the earth is dust the petals strike anew […]
Haiku poetry XXXII
The magpie swoops and hovers in the southern spring – panic sleeps and dreams
Haiku poetry XXXI
Under water the cuttlefish jumps out of itself – the shrimp hides under rock
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