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… Continue reading Swinging high
Category: Poetry
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… Continue reading 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… Continue reading Riding the Storm
Distraction….An interlocking Rubaiyat
Distraction Long empty days I look for distraction Life is too short to live with abstraction Can love fill the gap like words in a song Would it be real or fatal attraction Can’t sit and wait for the chance to be strong Need to find happiness a place to belong Follow the footsteps run… Continue reading Distraction….An interlocking Rubaiyat
Anthology Askew Communications
Tomorrow sees the launch of the fourth anthology published by Rheteroric Askew. Its full of short stories, flash fiction and poetry. I have some pieces of flssh fiction in the book. It is available on kindle or amazon print.
Butterfly Love
Floating high floating free Floating high floating free Abundant beauty for eyes to see Abundant beauty for eyes to see To see beauty, for eyes – free floating Floating high – abundant Gracious butterfly fill me with wonder Gracious butterfly fill me with wonder Remind me of the beauty love Remind me of the… Continue reading Butterfly Love
Memories
A Haibun – Japenese form that includes a prose poem and a Haiku. Time stood still as You walked into the water spangled mist Memories washed over me The sound of your voice Your smile that special look Drowned by the sound of roaring water Pain intensified Overhead swooping bird Steals happiness drops sadness Memories… Continue reading Memories
Wide awake
Five thirty in the morning laying wide awake mouth parched like the desert, bladder like a lake close my eyes and try to doze, need to be comatose curled down on my side, breathing deep willing myself back to sleep mind has other ideas, goes over issues, raise needless fears bladder grumbling hitting high, feels… Continue reading Wide awake
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
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 