Category: Poetry
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Random Fate.
When random fate shook its hand We played a game, fate took command We talked all day We made some play We explored horizons Had interesting conversations When the light came into sight The connection seemed right I felt the lure, a big connection Adding friendship a new direction Opening up we let it flow… Continue reading Random Fate.
Rose coloured glasses
I got carried away by our interaction, Thought it was a source of mutual attraction, I got carried away by your seeming caring, Those whispered words and the texts endearing, I imagined ,we shared something special at times, I am sure we did, fleetingly, or maybe I am blind, I knew you had others, Then… Continue reading Rose coloured glasses
Communication
Its hard when you sit in your chair in the night
Its hard when you sit on your chair in the night Wrapped in the duvet so warm, but not right The bed it is calling a siren song I snuggled in once, but the coughing was too strong I decamped to the lounge, to the reclining chair I am sitting here wheezing and coughing, not… Continue reading Its hard when you sit in your chair in the night
Events from the past
Frozen in time, behind windows of glass, In the museum of the mind Events from the past, in crystal clear clarity The memories are stored, allowing recall first class. But how clean are those windows? From the thoughts we revive, When we dredge deep in the recesses, for treasures or lines, Have some of the… Continue reading Events from the past
Values
What did I want from this life? Did I understand as I stumbled through? Planning. No, more like serendipity With no direction, what have I missed? With reaction, rather than considered action What crass decisions have I made? How have those decisions rolled out across the the cosmos? How have those ripples impacted on others?… Continue reading Values
Flying…cutting edge design
Cutting edge design? If so it’s a crime I get, the need to streamline To make everything compact To reduce weight, that’s a fact I understand that, first class gets the whizz The smaller the space, the more the design should fizz So why,in lower classes, on planes Do I feel a maniac holds… Continue reading Flying…cutting edge design
Flying
Washed up on an island paradise Needing to leave,this land of rum and spice Four thousand miles at least to travel How to fix, its a conundrum, to unravel From the Carib sea so lush and blue To the grey cold world of the North Sea true Sailing in a boat would take too long … Continue reading Flying
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 