Category: Poetry

England has unusually heavy snow falls Written in the Triolet form The beast from the East Snow beautiful, white, pristine falls Blankets the landscape causes chaos Gales from Siberia whoosh, life stalls Snow beautiful, white, pristine falls Drifts on roads, traffic stuck,life mauls All night in cars and vans pathos Snow beautiful, white, pristine falls… Continue reading The Beast from the East

I wish you could read the book, that is me The chapters are muddled, loose-leaf and free I feel self-fulfilled most of the time Or brimming with emotion, often undefined Passionate, energetic, a lover of learning Apathetic and lazy, my negatives churning I want to put everything right, with the world To make a difference… Continue reading The book that is me

It’s time for me to say goodbye Tomorrow the communication unit Will be switched off forever…. Doomed to fly alone through space and time She’s old news forgotten by many Stuck in a dark hole Unable to communicate hopes and fears Only able to share some of her precious secrets Intrepid adventurer, cast into the… Continue reading Forever Alone

Connection You walk beside me Even though we are worlds apart Connection I have the pictures of you Mind generated Plus photographs sent over the ether I have the pictures of you Sharing with you You are at the other end of my phone Communication may be indirect but still Sharing with you Connection Never… Continue reading Connection

Look into the mirror what do I see Do I see, the outer shell that masquerades as me Look a little closer, stare into my eyes Can I see an inner glow, flickering, burning, a surprise Ah maybe that is my inner light The me stripped of pretences, burning ever bright Look more closely at… Continue reading What do I see?