She lay awake and looked above Her hand reaching for the sky She touched the ceiling – broke the glass And knew that she could fly She lay awake and felt a rope Tie her arms together And as she tried to wrestle free Her arms were soon untethered She pushed the sheet above her … Continue reading she lay awake
With no idea of time Her revelry was unsurpassed In the imperial glaze Of winter afternoons She ought not feel defeated For exuberance would rise – With smiles drawn – To faces of a child Their love of timeless energy Would deem all else inferior To a cloistered sense of wisdom And frivolity writ large … Continue reading Auntie
When is on(e) one’s sole design when others leave the field what entices them to leave when sunshine stands to yield Could it be less than life itself could it be more than sure what comes of thee when running blind what lends one to want more Bring the budding (flow)er seen to bloom in … Continue reading When is on(e) one’s sole design
If we cannot revere the soul That flutters in the wind One may never see themselves In essence or within Yet within may come and go As lovers pass one by And delve into the utter depths Of castles in the sky And from the sky one looks below To a caper yet to play … Continue reading thrive
Solitude a leaf of gold - Company it's art - A picture frame of nature born to mould.
Nature spins the wheel of life Darkness breeds the sun Touch the joy abounding
Is this the only life I’ll live To expand my view I sense a wry immortal soul That brings a world anew Or will I live beyond this world Extend to sight unseen And only then will I be blind To places I have been Or will I touch a trembled soul That shudders in … Continue reading Anew
I was thinking About something I’d forgotten Long before It wandered In my mind that morn’ Like it had been In store It came to pass I raised my glass And took a sip To say That everything And anything Would flow from it Today Reflected in – The glass revealed A woman’s Supple face … Continue reading Inner glow
I often chance what life may be If allowed to thrive And wander far away from home So I may feel alive I often think of sorrow past Will it return again And wallow in self-pity Like a cage of utter pain I often feel a sense of loss But then true love is found … Continue reading Castles in the sand
Under the umbrella moonI saw a girl despairThe apple tree - a canopyYet missing 'twas the chair Where could it be; I thought aloudAnd those nearby me heardA head tossed over shoulderA frown without a word The unbeknown, the silent voiceSpoke words I dare not writeThe page – a blankThe stage – the sameFor neither … Continue reading The umbrella moon
