Fuss and Nonsense went to the bay leaving Grumpy and Difficult at home to stay they went to sit down on the beach on the sand until Fuss said to Nonsense; I’d much rather stand Nonsense misheard what Fuss had to say and sat on the sand on the beach at the bay Fuss turned […]
Category: Creative writing
a poem
I have to print it out to break it down I have to read again to understand I separate the lines to see them flow and build a construct and watch it grow If everyanything* can be done and we make a life from one block – two then somebody’s something we grow to behold […]
The grandfather’s chair
Whenever I sit in the grandfather’s chair I dream what I wish for – that you would be there in a disorganised muddle – I fuddle about stumbling on affection – tripping on doubt yet in your eyes I see a girl – sweet and serene – as if you’re careening – I canoodle and […]
Up or down?
just when a ‘we’ becomes ill-defined we look up to the valley and down to the sky just when an ‘us’ hides behind a facade we look behind the horizon and beyond the yard and we find a ‘why’ and a ‘what’ and a ‘when’ and a ‘how’ as we stumble and fumble to reach […]
gambolling
hop to it; he says romping bounding and bouncing springing into the water gambolling from grass a frolic – your frisky when dancing and prancing others have left – cavorting – we’re last when others fail to do what can be done making nothing of something and neglecting the one playing and leaping and splashing […]
This life of I
This life of ‘I’ is a life of ‘am’ and I cannot live gluten-free sweet embellishments when in your world and spring will help me pass the brood she waits with patience – lures longing too long I thought yet so rewarding that it would catch me in the race to fashion feeling’s mirrored face […]
what if a weep from a willow at will
what if the opposite is true what if we try something we think we can’t do what if sentiment blows the mind what if what’s hidden we finally find say hello to substance goodbye to void discard a play-thing no longer a toy rumble reason – quondam to know sweet sensibilities from long ago stumble […]
the willow tree
He walks beside the willow tree
the shade is sure his friend
the road seems long and far away –
will he ever reach the end
The sparrow chirps above his head
You left
I’m lost – you left me – why did you pass me by I need your leadership your love – your sense that yes, it’s worth a try Like a tree – standing taller you lift my sense of being why did you go I need you so you are my fallen beam A captain […]
Gratitude
Gratitude
sensualism 