Posted on February 23, 2016 / Poetry Lost The fairground, finding myself in mirrors, Perplexed and dazed by the lurid colours, Of green and red and blue plastic rivers, Hardly a place of magical wonders. Step and sink into a cavernous tear, As a clocked man, in black, with joy looks on.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016 / Poetry Warrior A warrior, stained to the flesh and core, As the dead float calmly down the river. This soldier with everything to deplore. With only the weapon of words to roar, Tarnished true sword cast down by this giver,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Waves You, the master earth, I, the palest moon. What is distance worth, As your blue waves swoon. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Disperse Stir passion with your verse, Make winds of storm, clouds blown. These clouds which then disperse, To far skies yet unknown. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Syrah Tonight we make sweet wine. What a bounty for us; Syrah fresh from the vine. A red gift from Bacchus. [....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Wings How a bird remembers the mapped travel, Such a marvelous thing! And we journey, lost, on the gravel, Oh, to fly under the wing. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016February 23, 2016 / Haiku Drizzle Wind stirs through the trees, Rain clouds begin to drizzle, Just a deceased fly. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016February 23, 2016 / Haiku Bat A cave, utter black, The deepest abyss of dread, A lone bat flies blind. [....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016February 23, 2016 / Haiku Winter Sun Woke up asking why, The cold surrounds my soul, For the winter sun. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 21, 2016February 23, 2016 / Poetry What a Feeling to Photograph Please, cipher my handwriting, Never turn a single page, The aura is inviting. Wrap me in your finest sage. My pillow of old letters, Blanket of distinguished prose, My bedclothes of stained betters, My dreams of higher shadows.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
