A waterfall is falling from the mountain in my mind It is glowing it is glistening sharing with a kind Of miracle that’s mending a life with fearless cheer Led by the richest – by the poorest both afar and near Near to what I wonder – where does the water […]
Category: Writing
Haiku poetry IX
The woods house a bear Named Pooh In Devon bookshops occupy my mind
Joey
Oh, the cloud it turned to dark and the sun had lost its spark and the teardrops, they were falling from the sky Joey felt a droplet fall into his hand – then another fell like sand and the Earth, so short of friends, began to cry The grass had turned to mud […]
Suddenly
Suddenly, Something comes Of what wasn’t before And a life is portrayed From an empty canvas The brush weaves a magic Unknown today It weaves a desire Of affected dismay Dismay that is lost In the brightest surround Allowing for miracles Yet to be found In what was seen As a darkened […]
Haiku poetry VII
Louder – louder Chirping bird Shrill echo heard in silence
My laptop has been lonely
My laptop has been lonely. I sit there in front of it and type away, creating one thing and then another to add to my little blog. However, today is not one of those days. In heat close to 100 degrees fahrenheit the last thing I feel like doing is sweating through a session of […]
When life was young
There was peace one dayin a world where life was youngThere was peace that daywhen instruments would strumThere was peace the daywhen hummingbirds had sungThere was peace; said theywhen you and I would comeTo the garden bloomingin the land of graceThe flower – blowing – in the wind – beside your faceAnd when you asked;can lifetime slow […]
a tear
I stood upon a road I never knew existed And found a pathway for my feet And like a seat I rested Inquisitive as I’d become I asked to where it led Deciding then to traipse along Until I reached my bed Would it be my final pillow Would I see old friends […]
Kia Kaha
I was sitting at the benchtop watching TV during lunch when I saw a politician give a speech. She was talking of the terror of danger and of death of a lone wolf who would suffer due to no-one but himself. He had traipsed into a mosque and opened fire on the throng shedding fear […]
Passing by
I was waiting for that something So special over yonder To walk up to me and greet me I don’t know what I was thinking Would everything just come to me And lay there with such ease That I needn’t lift a finger To build a life all of my own. As I sat there […]
sensualism 