Ajar – the window lets in wind monotonous the sound Welcomed by the latch that breaks with questions that abound I look outside and see the sea tumultuous of form The tide will rise to my surprise before the heavy storm I check the glass – it rattles so – like an empty bottle whistling […]
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Building forever
A speckle of dust Flies in his face Defeating a smile Standing aside A wail of wind Blows by his mind Distracting a thought Where frustration resides A feast or a famine Flooding rains or dry earth Food thrown in the bin A lone man is diving Cherish the lentils The taste on the tongue […]
Sundress with a smile
Man – he stood alone and stooped Assistance offered by another man’s cane Pedestrian pavement spoke to the street As clever as clever as loud as vain Eyes they darted here and there Left – right – up – down Unfamiliar a look on ageing face – Wan smile replaced with ample frown Can I […]
I happened on a stranger
I happened on a stranger With a smile that said friend And struck up a conversation Mixed with laughter and no end Her face was warm and glowing Like the sun on sparkling sea No sense of grief or sorrow Only merriment and glee I had nothing to give her But simple innocence aglow As […]
two friends (forgotten)
Two friends (forgotten) went to the beach where they heard other children let out a screech One ran into the water and danced on the sea the other stood barefoot under the shade of a tree Wantonly enjoying the sun, surf and sand one gestured the other with a wave of his hand Two friends […]
Somewhat wobbly
I stand, somewhat wobbly, on my feetThe morning post the night beforeI haven’t had enough to eatA liquid diet (need some more) I down a glass in earnestnessAnd sense objection in your eyesDon’t rid me of my pleasantnessOr you’ll regret what you decry Weakened, I sit on the couchAnd watch a bit of Morning ShowWhat […]
Haiku poetry XXII
Solitude a leaf of gold – Company it’s art – A picture frame of nature born to mould.
Haiku poetry XXI
The muddied ball – An outburst borne – The grass becomes a lake
Limerick X
There was an old man named Ron He was as silly as others were strong He drank like a sink And fell in the drink – And when he woke he was wearing a thong
Absolution
I walk beyond the fatal shore to see what gaze can bring and dance like a disciple rescued by the leader’s ring will he answer all my prayers and welcome me to home and be the man I always hoped would save me from alone the wind howls in the morning mist and hollers strident […]
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