Every day I live Is yesterday for me A life half gone – but Yet to begin Every day I live Is tomorrow, newly found A life, renewed to Live without, within Twenty-four hours Passes by Today’s tomorrow now A life I dreamt But never thought Would come Three days ago Was […]
Tag: writing
helping hand
A hand reached out in time of need, Rain in time of drought. Fingers interlaced, accede, Bud blooms from planted seed. A hand reached out, come what may, In time of loss, of sorrow. Transfixed, hand in glove. To stay? Or would, once more, in time, away? A hand reached out, no more the poorer […]
i thought
I thought I heard her flap her ears That day when I awoke I thought I heard her by my side That day when I first spoke I thought I felt her lick my face ‘Get up, the day’s begun’ I thought I saw her wag her tail But there was only one I thought […]
Kingdom come
What I’d give to find a Queen For a Kingdom, almost lost Sweet reflection, I have seen Of femininity, embossed Gentle care, emotive strength The sun grows ever stronger Queen or Kingdom, is that my choice? The days grow ever longer Whereupon the sun goes down A Princess now awaiting To relieve the King from […]
oxymoronically-speaking
Never before, once again Away, at home, forever Sincerely dishonest, as was before Always, maybe, never An honest liar, stubborn tolerance To liberally legislate Hedonistic stoicism Accepting of difference and irate Absence makes the heart grow fonder Out of sight means you’re out of mind Forgetful of those not in our sight What […]
sensualism 