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
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 … Continue reading By the window
I always thought my mind was racing forward to a path beyond the path that it should take. I thought I knew my smile – (strength beyond) the will of those who would ingratiate. When I was so much younger than I am, I’d live from day to day without a plan – … Continue reading I built a home
Can I create more than myself And if I can, must I? Is livelihood (like solitude) About to pass me by? At times we associate With a view - a sight to see A sense of fatal curfew – Of our own mortality Can I build a house to share – Must I share it … Continue reading More than myself
She tells a joke – I laugh aloud She shouts obscenely – I agree She wanders over to The other side – I laugh, aloud, At me Caught in life’s maze – A puzzle solved Caught in the rip Within the sea I raise my hand For help to come Life yet lived – My … Continue reading She
Fallen from the table Devoured in an instant Opportune, she lives for here and now Like smile on an infant Found amongst the grass Eaten – pure instinct The lips, the sense of smell inspect What to us is non-existent She lives her life from down below We live ours from up above … Continue reading Best friend
Her feet didn’t touch the ground Hard when in the air Dummy was her parents’ new best friend Brought silence, to be shared Bart Simpson kept her company Twisties fell to floor She smiled as she turned her head Inquisition knocked on door Movement, ever, oh so fast Tablet entertaining Attentive of the … Continue reading Bart Simpson and the little girl
Like a leaf that’s falling Or a vehicle I can’t drive Like a stumble, barely standing Like he who can’t survive Like a willow, waning Or a ship still moored at sea Like a flameless candle Like not knowing when to grieve Like a calamity that’s calling Or suffering, with pain Like a window, closing … Continue reading Mortality
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
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