the stairs were shallow the steps were lean (one - and then another) the mind (a-racing) - thoughts redeemed (will we be brought asunder) whilst avenues and highways close and floods impart affect under water - voices heard on high they doth reflect build a bridge - the water pump saves pathways from decline take … Continue reading worldly view
He strolled down from the office On a day of mixed emotions Walking under raindrops He made a dash for undercover He saw a bookshop open It was busy with perusers So he walked in … Continue reading Camellia II
Gratitude
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
‘No vacancy’, her sign said As I strolled by a second time ‘Why?’ I wondered. Was her mind closed to adventure? Or just closed? I’d seen her in happier times When her and I were one ‘I love you’, her lips said I smiled, looked into her eyes And held her hand. Happier times than … Continue reading No vacancy
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
The river rows the oarsman Like the mountain moves the climb The sunrise heats the day Like the lectern stands and cries; I stand before you all, beholden To convey, what promised, I doth say Deliverance be sent ahead of time And the sunshine rules the waves The lake lends its ears to … Continue reading The clarion call
He walked the hall of darkness Toward where the light had shone But the headlamp of the coming train – Was on He strolled with tunnel vision His eyes deceived by rain It was only a short shower – Umbrella’s sweet refrain He dawdled down the road less travelled He heard thunder – … Continue reading The hall of darkness
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
