Spring Besotted
Besotted…light revived Sunlight drips from a lone tap, like time beating, and then that surge of water rush, frantic gushing
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Besotted…light revived Sunlight drips from a lone tap, like time beating, and then that surge of water rush, frantic gushing
Read moreJust Beyond … So often when I feel its presence there There’s nothing I can do but turn and
Read moreWhat expectations I hold, for those of this world, and what disappointment I end up accepting, and who’s to say
Read moreAn imperative, perhaps, to remedy this lingering malaise, this dark mental trap, yet weather still dulls my intent, so could
Read moreThe mind seeks the solace of words, rich in abundance, and like ingredients they fall into place, finding strength within
Read moreFractured Pictures Fractured pictures, tortured words Constant jumble, that’s my mind Screeching backchat, might-have-beens Go fast-forward, then rewind Fix
Read moreOnly poetic words to express, what we truly feel, what we see and how we think. Poetic words upon a
Read moreHow shall I love but with all I am, beyond the stars shall my love resound, deeper than those wounds
Read moreI breath, I suck the life from the atmosphere, and eat both plant and animal, life devoured by life, to
Read moreMoment in time … In this moment in time I open the door to love. In this moment in
Read moreThe older I get, the less I will tolerate negativity, and the more I recede from those of ill-intent, resounding
Read moreThe sweet scent of jasmine may endow the day with a warm regret, so many days lost, flavourless, overwhelmed by
Read moreMy Burden Doubt… Overcoming the Doubt… I feel that foot upon my back keeping me down, its weight my underpinning
Read moreIn the solitude of my muttering, my solicitous bleating of questions, I, in the echo of this my own inner
Read moreThe more I live, the less living in this world of illusion matters in itself, and the more I know
Read moreI am haunted by the one, who remains far from me in life, yet I feel her presence, her soft
Read moreAm I but a shell, a worn crust of weathered life, a dishevelled clothing of sorts, within which lives an
Read moreWander Dream … In a wander dream I
Read moreDead Letter Office … I often pause to contemplate Life the way it was. It seems a different place
Read moreIncomprehensible, the circumstance, the evil that minds contrived, for the sake of money, personal profit, despite collateral damage in overdrive.
Read moreThe Lie… Lies afford circumstance… Lies believed are the forked paths of reality’s dream, alternate paths of truth it seems,
Read moreEach leaf a city, suburbs all demarcated and tributaries that cause through the landscape, feeding this world with nutrient green,
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