Gossamer wings

You brushed my life, with gossamer wings Held captivated by your promises of things Then you flew away, leaving an indelible mark A gap, a need, a place that felt so dark Changing my soul forever, all for naught But the life cycles of butterflies are short From this memory springs Love,Yearning,Sadness, Learning and Strength

Trembling on the cusp

​Trembling on the cusp Of new ideas It’s ever thus Creativity falls like rain Harnessing More the strain Seduced by promises Of more and better Application spatter Soliloquy or monologue  Or floating Thoughts like thistle down  Trembling on the cusp Need to ride the wave Harness the power Be brave.

Gossamer wings

​You brushed my life, with gossamer wings Held captivated by your promises of things Then you flew away, leaving an indelible mark A gap, a need, a place that felt so dark Changing my soul forever, all for naught But the  life cycles of butterflies are short From this memory springs Love,Yearning,Sadness, Learning and Strength

Memory Book

For the bemused and bewildered, a memory book Sets out main events, to reminisce and look I am bemused and bewildered, by your behaviour Trying to understand it, taste the flavour The trouble is, that memories vary My grasp on events, is contrary Are the vignettes of life, just pantomimes Was it smoke and mirrors,… Continue reading Memory Book