If I were not here, would there be a gap? Who would notice first? Who would take some time to realise, the final dawn bringing perhaps a tinge of sorrow or regret? Would the Earth still continue to spin, sun ever shining its warmth, oblivious to my absence? Would it matter? To anyone? At all? […]Read more "Would there be a gap?"
And you find the dreams slipping away of what has been And even more painful still, what could have been And you’re faced with the elephant in the room Looking ahead Fear overtakes And your natural response is to shut down Don’t think about it It will go away But only it doesn’t. And you […]Read more "Fear "
I groan & roll over, curl into a ball The knock at the door, my wake up call. The dream I’d been having fast fades away I swallow my hatred & begin another day. I forget who I was, I’m clothed in disguise Smiling, seductive; I look into your eyes. Filled with lust & hunger, […]Read more "Behind These Eyes"
Does such a person exist who was not made to write a Haiku during their schooling? I remember my lesson clearly; I was eleven years old and very distractible. Mrs. P was a rather stern teacher, who did not tolerate my wandering attention. But really, poems that did not rhyme, originated from a foreign land, […]Read more "H is for Haiku"
Words strung together Rudiments of a story Inadvertently formed Through the penning of thoughts Especially close to the heartRead more "WRITE – An Acrostic Poem"
My Ferdinand Is that of which I cannot speak A friend in his familiarity; he’s been around for as long as I can remember. A foe in his ferocity; he shows no mercy, and his cruelty knows no bounds. A part of me, yet apart from me. Could I ever be free? Mind games are […]Read more "My Ferdinand"
WHAT is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?— No time to stand beneath the boughs, And stare as long as sheep and cows: No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass: No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full […]Read more "Leisure – W. H. Davies"
Love is an addiction Of which there is no cure The only means to break the chains Is loss of l’amour Loss is an affliction Of unending hurt The antidote and poison, both, L’amour qui a fait de la perte.Read more "L’amour et la Perte"
Sometimes I still cry at night I remember as though I’m still there the limbo I thought had lost its hold but still, my heart is still, she darent breathe for she would surely crack …can’t cope too much LET GO! Clouds circle and threaten entangle and darken and soon there is no escape i […]Read more "Sometimes I Still Cry At Night"
My soul broke long ago Dashed against the darkest of rocks Mysterious, alluring [I am a butterfly with a broken wing] Sounds of silence My story hidden in my soul prison And I have no words No way to express Deception’s caress I dwell in forever regret Freedom unlocked, yet captive I’ll stay For my […]Read more "Sounds of Silence"