In this small world where we reside we keep our hopes and dreams alive Those past reach for what we strived laughing loudly where before we cried Our spirit serves - our chance foretold by the new age born to those of old Yet once old (italicised) one’s a number – bygone - wise Should … Continue reading small world
Fabrication fights the day One caught within their tall depleted Be thought not to cast aside The feelings brought by one’s desire In all one says one sees the light That senses life once soul has flown And all that’s left is cast aside To burn in embers raising fire Ask not what was or … Continue reading Better times
To thine own self be true of thought (Eternity a friend) And through oneself emotively Survive time to the end The end of what – to where; one asks Does it exist at all One looks on high – what’s there but air Before one stands enthralled See not for nought – the … Continue reading To thine own self be true
Into the world of willows weeping I wander wondering when or where I will smell the salt air exclaiming; so long to bewildering scenes of why declaring; yes, we share in the lover’s cry and under those willows we can be seen gazing and sharing and caring … Continue reading Unfurled
The window blows and knocks the dream Well past full-bright distinction And wallows in the afternoon Perusing fact or fiction She rises up and like a leaf Floats the breeze beyond her And nestles in the creviced seam Of triumph over yonder
Time flows through the afternoon In the shadows of the mind – Yet to control the effervescent life Secluded silence venting anger In the valley’s daunting hills Iridescent cloud replaced by thunder’s sky Lightning strikes – the trees shake (so do I) – Attention’s gaze diverts (life passes by) Leave be what’s … Continue reading the afternoon’s surmise
the expressionless face hides behind the door – her elbows and knees fall below to the floor the expressionate face the centre of now – his body and soul climbing high from the bough the facade takes the place of the expressionless face and picks herself up by the door from the floor the centre … Continue reading faces
I have to print it out to break it down I have to read again to understand I separate the lines to see them flow and build a construct and watch it grow If everyanything* can be done and we make a life from one block – two then somebody’s something we grow to behold … Continue reading a poem
