Standing on the hallowed ground I look above and all around And feel the magic touch It comes to share the feelings grand The crowd no more within its stands As dusk replaces day So much of meaning came before Now just a memory - times of yore Held within their land I’ve walked with … Continue reading The hallowed ground
It wasn’t what he’d thought it was And never would it be The ease with which his mortal self The ease with which he’d see Tomorrow turn to yesteryear And yesterday to now And when they turned he held her hand And whispered with a vow A vow that would see them become A couplet … Continue reading A lesson
The elephant in the room laments and memory falls on common sense whilst on the window ledge she sits thinking back to when she'd flirt and flit always present - always there she senses tension in the air and one diverts from glaring eyes a memory lost - a false design unease amounts … Continue reading the elephant in the room
Regret – regret – a dreaded thought the solitude of soul desired by the darkest cloud a lonely place to grow The fence impaled slowly – a gradual affect barely noticed by the throng unlikely to reflect The light that glistened on the sea the sun – it stayed to watch the dance planned out … Continue reading Regret
I was walking on the pathway by the highway near the ocean when I saw a tidy park-bench so I thought I’d take a break As I sat there on the park-bench near the ocean by the highway I saw the shaded profile of a woman closing in Her hair was flowing freely – over … Continue reading By the highway near the ocean
Hannah and Holly and Jade and Jen walked from the hills to the shore in the sun for a swim Hannah blew bubbles and sang a tune - then the others joined in and they played til noon They’d frolic and gambol whilst down by the sea as the sun cracked a smile as wide … Continue reading Hannah and Holly and Jade and Jen
Up the stairs and through the door and tucked away under the drawer – the mood of letters spoke A revelation shared with them alone in older days (before home phones) – the mood of letters woke Over time the mood would change – pages yellow (rearranged) – but one thing stayed the same Years … Continue reading The mood of letters
Hours past since he had written words as sweet as sunshine - a cherry blossom shared between two lovers safe in bed - opening the wonder of a world distraught with pain That pain had stayed away from their ‘Juliet’ – the balcony beside the doorway by the window in the sun - a sense … Continue reading Cherry blossom
And when the sun stopped shining and the darkness bore a whole he wandered off – and when alone he’d ponder of the soul For without – would thought return or philosophy withdraw or walk the road less travelled on or fall beneath the floor The floor that opened when least expected and when least … Continue reading The dirt beneath the sand
In bright sky the stormclouds gather thunderheads will form a cluster Like a strong wind ‘gainst the window pane - like a winter gale’s bluster The mouth – it turned its lips – they cursed - soon to replicate the story That wallowed in its turgid sin free of hallowed glory Until one day - … Continue reading Without a kingdom
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