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Inside my bag are packed the things that fill my heart with joy the faded, threadbare shawl that whispers  a tinplate soldier toy. Inside my bag wrapped well in cloth  a tiny mirror fragment immortalised inside that glass the ghosts of those I love Some memories are intransigent Inside my bag stowed very safe two … More Home

Moth to Flame

Moth to your flame I am attracted to you Like a moth to your flame  A shining beacon held true  As we join  our refrain I feel your spirit near me  Though you are far away I let my essence flow free  As our spirits interplay Without ever touching you I am drawn, to your  … More Moth to Flame

New

Can you match me measure for measure will you be sensitive to my pleasure can you pull me, out of a web of distrust you planted  seeds and nurtured their growth cared so much, brought loving  close new love new  set of feelings exciting romance, to expunge past dealings trying to trust and believe anew … More New

Philosophical

I lay underneath star and moonlight shine  Gazing  at the universes majesty A shower of sparks across  heaven’s line Underlines lifes fragile mortality Mother moon bathes all, universal glow Though shadows fall creating pools of darkness  World sparkling bright as day its scars still show From evil this bright light gives no catharsis Can beauty … More Philosophical

Paradox

The relentless beat of insect wings The incessant  drone of the bee Sounds so loud to my sensitive nerves So many sounds for free The hunting cry of the owl at night The barking of the fox All these sounds are so intense  A quintessential paradox

Swinging high

Swinging high oh so high Flying free above the earth Breath coming fast Exhilaration my repast The time at last has come To break away,  leave  this troubled life Swinging high oh so high Mother moon fills my vision Bathing the world in glorious light Making daylight out of night One more pass should aid … More Swinging high

Lines in Poetry

What are the things that make you choose the length of your lines in your poetry if you are not using a set classical form? What do you know about using lines to enhance your poem? Here are somethings I have learned. Can you add to my knowledge  Always read your poem aloud to understand … More Lines in Poetry

Riding the Storm

The air feels heavy with foreboding as colour leaches out of the daylight greyness turns coppery and progresses to near darkness Lightening flares and strobes across the sky as thunder rolls like cannonades the jagged spears tear open the sky the world is      phosophorus illuminated then fades back to near darkness The storm … More Riding the Storm