The petal falls from a rose – The furrowed brow ages A rift from the base – He considers life’s stages The flower matures – The mind turns to what’s been The petal tumbles to ground – If only he’d seen Its colour and scent – He awakes from a dream […]
Category: Fiction & Poetry
In the morning
His frame is like a picture Mounted high upon the wall Surprised he looks aghast At the others they’re disturbing So principled a stance Replaced by the pragmatic Conciliation to the forefront One stands languished quite perturbing Let me out let’s get it done Moving forward without a warning Will […]
Goodnight
Out of the moon came a minnow misguided minutiae distinct as a creviced crustacean from the pond jumped the sunlight bristling boldly as the frog watched alone his tongue reaching for flies nature, so sweet – a droplet – she cried (an unusual kind of intel design) throughout – from the […]
I was thinking
I was thinking of a moment when my silence it was golden and the thought of conversation was effecting my emotion I sat counting messages yet to be returned as the voices would embellish the ideas that came to mind It wasn’t til the avenue and pathway I was walking brought a certainty […]
Unfurled
Into the world of willows weeping I wander wondering when or whereI will smell thesalt air exclaiming; so long to bewilderingscenes of why declaring; yes, we share inthe lover’s cry and under those willows we can be seen gazing and sharingand caring and being as my gaze meets yours in a willful world as our […]
By the window
I was standing by the window in the house that I called home Looking out upon my past embellished on my own My memory spoke clarity – preponderance of good Afresh – anew – the wind blew in experience of should I should – should not oh, time forgot the thunderclap […]
Limerick XVI
There was a young lad they called Murray A church-boy from a hilltop in Surrey He looked up at the spire Saw it was on fire And he ran out in one hell of a hurry
Limerick XV
An old lady turned one hundred and threeGood for her age although she couldn’t seeWe drank for good cheer(She had one for each year)Ending up under the table with me
Limerick XIV
I walked through the Pearly Gates leading to Heaven I’d reached the ripe old age of Eighty-Seven I said; Pete; I want my wife I would have kept my old life If I’d known I’d be bunking with my damn neighbour Kevin
Limerick XIII
There was a young man named BlewittWho stood on a hilltop in DruittHe measured its heightAnd said with delightIt’s not a hill – it’s a mountain – I knew it!
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