A large Hoegaarden And the heady scent of love: Springtime’s perfect balm. Advertisements
He clutches his dog tight Skateboard in hand, unaware He has been poemed.
I have noticed recently that my posts are not showing. They cannot be searched even. As a result I am putting my attempted 365 on Hiatus and am replacing it with my own test card…a bot like thy use to … Continue reading
Forgotten Thoughts For a long time there was silence. All was tranquil, False serenity reigned Beneath his furrowed brow. But the words came in the night Bringing shattered images, Scabs of forgotten thoughts Waiting to be picked … Continue reading
This image I took in the Philippines called to mind a poem I wrote just under a year ago… A Stranger It might take a stranger To show you who you are. Till then you have to carry on … Continue reading
Isolation. It’s not when I’m alone I feel the weight of loneliness. When I’m alone they talk to me- The birds, the trees, the leaves. I hear God’s voice on a gentle breeze, His tears speaking in the … Continue reading