A passenger jet with no room to spare, I sit in a rare thing, a space with room for my knees, My bum fits the seat with a just a little squeeze, I was worried before, because I knew the plane seats are tiny, more space in a zoo, I had fingers and toes crossed, theContinue reading “The joys of flying”
Category Archives: Poetry
Conduit of hope
The bridge to nowhere My only escape Pervasive landscape While my heartbreaks Only a conduit Filtering my screams Holding and protecting all my dreams Safe from those erosive streams I balance above Exterior rust Inside lined, with layers of trust Barrier remains intact. Feels just I run along Landscape bleak Seeing a sign, miseries defeatContinue reading “Conduit of hope”
Roll of drums
Life alive
Life alive wheels go flying round and round sun peeks around the clouds blessed shadows hit the ground branches move in tandem with the breeze grazing my cheek I move my legs and watch them push up the steep hill round the curve wheels go flying round and round
Anticipation
Anticipation Starting a new chapter Anticipation New period of rapture Anticipation Tick all the boxes Anticipation Expecting lots of validation Throw out procrastination Anticipation Putting aside old wrongs Clean sheet being strong Anticipation Damp down expectations Anticipation Waiting for adventure, to hatch Anticipation
A poems journey
This is a poem that I wrote then I documented the process of editing. Initial version. The last holiday A Georgian house Ivy clad No haunted corners places of dread Labyrinthine with added wings Bright lofty rooms added zing A chance to explore new places Share some love, cement relations This holiday the first inContinue reading “A poems journey”
I dream
Second hand
What is real and what is dream Hard to tell with you it seems What is real when all you know Is second hand, a major blow What is real, when all you share Is part of life, but, is reality there? What is real is my mind fills in the blanks Reducing your imperfectionsContinue reading “Second hand”
The sign
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align in this nightmare world of retrograde time Stare into the cosmos look for a sign Spiral out of control, lost lifes design You were my anchor now gone such a crime Dark days become nights the stars don’t align Need to find a new path draw outContinue reading “The sign”
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 