I love to take photographs. I love to write poetry. Here’s both, all in one. Steve 🙂 Mural. A poem. Rippled reflection An imperfect memory Casting its gaze Upon the flocks below An endearing shepherd Without judgement Or recourse Offering … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Mural
I slowly turn each page And every emblazoned word That lights the air In a breathtaking display Could not be any more Resplendent than it is These are my words And whether kind or cruel Winsome or fulsome They are … Continue reading A Writer’s Prayer. A poem.
I remember your embrace Enfolded and ensured Encapsulating all and nothing Bittersweet and banked upon Softly sweet and silky smooth And as fettered and lasting As a dream I remember your embrace And the downy remorse That feathers every memory … Continue reading Embrace. A poem.
Regulate this feeling Clamp it down and fix it In a final, vice-like repose ‘Tween twilight and morning Unburdened by the hollow And fulsome moon Let all your tears flow freely And whisper words Retained for this occasion For more … Continue reading Occasion. A poem.
Sometimes, I feel old. I feel the weight of years And the stress and strain Of injuries and tears That make it hard to lift Myself from bed. It hits me, awkwardly, When I’m lifting a box Or philosophising alone, … Continue reading Sometimes. A poem.
The mind is a maze; Navigating snares and pits, We long to escape. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available … Continue reading Mind Maze. A haiku.
My prayer is for today And yesterday and tomorrow, For every lost soul counting time, Standing rooted to the spot. Perhaps one day you’ll learn To get on the road And into the headlights Of a truckload of realisation, That … Continue reading My Prayer. A poem.
A tightness in my torso In my arm and in my jaw Unlike anything I’ve felt before (Maybe indigestion, it’s a start) Everything I know says fit Healthy, young of heart This dreaded feeling I confess Grips me harder than the vice Squeezing life from my chest For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy. Continue reading Vice. A poem.
I always work so hard, you see, With such effort and resolve. Working towards my lofty goal, Another problem I can solve. Setting the bar too high, it seems, But reaching every time. Again, a pinnacle achieved And a feeling … Continue reading Depression Is. A poem.
I feel the absence The missing jigsaw heart That once made me whole And now makes me hole I feel every teardrop Every rip and tear Every shake and rattle And every distant sigh I feel the darkness These clouds … Continue reading A Loss. A poem.
Would that I could share this success with you? All the excess and fortune Pointing to moments unsolicited And gratuitous and circumspect All these worlds and words Of self doubt and self pity Replaced by self esteem And confidential confidence … Continue reading Share. A poem.
Clouds upon an onion soul A lattice of incidental grief Whispering and blowing Winds of contentious intent Shimmering summer rays Cannot pierce this veil This black hole that crushes All in its event horizon Each season cries “winter” An icy … Continue reading Sunlight. A poem.
I have a confession. One that’s obvious to some, especially those who know me. I suck at social media. Social media as a forum is both a treasure and a bane. It’s an information and networking portal and a source … Continue reading I Suck at Social Media.
You were there You were gone We had sung Our last swan song Now a whisper Just a pall Just an echo Heard in the halls I did wrong So did you Two separate paths Two lonely fools For more … Continue reading Bittersweet. A poem.
All the hells that we conceive Nurture in our heads and breed Far worse than any promises That the end could throw at us. My greatest and worst enemy You are mine and whole in me. For more Poetry, click … Continue reading Worst Enemy. A poem.
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