Category: imagination
Heart the metaphor
What is this about the heart An illusion in love, used so much in art Songs and sonnets, plays and books Breaking hearts, heart sick Love is a product of the mind Involving emotions, hormones running blind Attraction starts not from the heart That’s really not the part Maybe from a glance that stirs the… Continue reading Heart the metaphor
Love songs and poems
Listening to the love songs reading the poetry books love should be out there can’t be overlooked take my breath away love at first sight these are the prizes if the authors are right looked around the corners under the seats in my life, that sort of love seems to have me beat take a… Continue reading Love songs and poems
Fantasy and reality
Fantasy and reality side by side grow boundaries blur where is the plateau? starkness of words translated into pictures holes in the substance, filled in, no glitches Subconscious embellishment start a glow bad habits, never witnessed, don’t spoil the show endearments uttered are stored in memories box intense and important, they become a paradox She… Continue reading Fantasy and reality
We wait
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… Continue reading Riding the Storm
My home
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… Continue reading My home
Idle Dream
An Ottava Rima second stanza added a,b,a,b,a,b,c,c Those moments that I have, for idle dream, Are not spent, in the pasts celestial halls might …have … been, won’t change for all I scheme it just means locked doors and closing walls dream future new, or lose my self esteem condemn myself to run the wheel,… Continue reading Idle Dream
Museum of the mind
Frozen in time, behind windows of glass in the museum of the mind Events from the past But how clean are those windows? From the thoughts we revive When we dredge deep, in minds’ recesses for treasures or lines Have some of the mirrors become distorted,begrimed As we struggle to focus, to keep them alive.… Continue reading Museum of the mind
I am the curse I am the legend
This is a Terzanelle with a rhyme pattern of ABA¹, bCB, cDC, dED, eFE, fFAA¹ The water ripples dancing silvered Joining and flowing to become the sea I am the river rushing tempered If you listen hard you can hear my plea I am the curse I am the legend Joining and flowing to become… Continue reading I am the curse I am the legend
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 