Night-time wouldn’t show itself Until Sunshine moved away Like a road-way that disappears in flood Like a child who will stray Night-time hid away God knows where Like a sock hides in a shoe Not wanting to come out and play Like when I played hide and seek with you The pages turned … Continue reading Night-time
Do we spend Life learning how to Live and the next life living the life we Learnt?
It happened. I'd heard people talk about it, in writing groups and elsewhere, but had never felt the emotion that overtakes when it happens to you. The other day, a friend of mine rang me up and said; "Guess what? Your book isn't in the book-store." "Of course not," I replied. Patience, dear friend, patience. … Continue reading My first time
The bird seemed to follow my roving eye As he walked beyond where I lie He seemed to know, with eye I spy - Sitting there that day. He never seemed to have a care No matter for how long I stared Or how controlling was my glare He was there, it seemed, to stay … Continue reading Poem – My bird
Once the lifeline gave to me A chance to start again I couldn’t turn back away I couldn’t say just when The world had come to greet me The earth had come to see Whatever it offered as reward Was what we’d keep for free But how did we get that reward That … Continue reading Poem – The lifeline
Happiness found in day at Fair, Worry left at home. Sadness knocking on neighbour’s door As Concern's left lying on the floor. Excitement joins Happiness at the Fair - Anxiety lost along the road - Sleeplessness found in another’s bed - Loneliness’ is Gloom - Gloom sees red. Delight joins his friends at … Continue reading Poem – Swings and round-a-bouts
An eerie sound of silence Came over the sky Standing just inside the door Not knowing what I’d find A couple lying out of bed On top of bed-sheets, I was told Strangers that had left a thread Betwixt – between the fold Was this my lot, was this my place Nothing natural ‘bout … Continue reading Poem – Blood
Words, they drew me unto you An easel read to me A letter, brush A page, a stroke Mono-syllabically Delight, to write A bird, in flight A feather on the floor Chapter, aloud In front of crowd More come through open door Sit anywhere Drawn to share On easel is a portrait … Continue reading Poem – Pictures and words
Every day I live Is yesterday for me A life half gone – but Yet to begin Every day I live Is tomorrow, newly found A life, renewed to Live without, within Twenty-four hours Passes by Today’s tomorrow now A life I dreamt But never thought Would come Three days ago Was … Continue reading Poem – Tomorrow, today…
I look over my shoulder, bare To see what lay beyond Sensing what I’d lost What had been and gone Gone before I knew What I’d lost for good Lost in black hole, left behind An object, that I should Have thought of more Have thought to store In memory of kind … Continue reading Poem – Black hole
sensualism 