A tendency to exaggerate. Variable and inconsistent, A migratory bird, unaware Which hemisphere is up Or what time of year it is. A mountain and a molehill, Keynotes of your dependency. Furtive and insecure And longing for approval; All wayward … Continue reading Murder of Crows. A poem.
These metaphors, So sorely overused, Are now circumspect And reeking of apathy. I long to find Such cunning words That would spin Symphonies of ardency. This paramour, In evidence alone, Has proven they Can break your heart so many times, … Continue reading Paramour. A poem.
I reach And yet Everything Is so Far away Unknowable My fingertips Brush The surface Of something I cannot Grasp No matter How hard I try But that Won’t stop Me from Persevering Because Practice Makes Perfect For more Poetry, … Continue reading Practice Makes Perfect. A poem.
Merry Christmas everyone! And even if you don’t celebrate Christmas, may you find peace and happiness with those you love and cherish. Bless you all! Steve 😊 Continue reading Merry Christmas One and All
I stopped to think and thought Perhaps I shouldn’t do so Perhaps I should just stand and rise Above all the crap I’m floating in All the muck and detritus I’ve let gather around me All these years and tears … Continue reading Switch. A poem.
Your fragile ego, shattered in many pieces. Can it be remade? 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 … Continue reading Shattered. A haiku.
The wait is over And although you were active All along Spewing literary concerns Like jaded opinions And late afternoon enfilades The time has come For release From this future tense To revel in the irony That what kept you … Continue reading The Wait is Over. A poem.
Attitudes entrenched by years of disbelief, tears and fears. Shaken, abused and confused; broken, taken and refused, again and again, until there’s nothing left but regret and emptiness. An anger that shakes these foundations of resentment, these skyscrapers of doubt. … Continue reading The Whole Shebang. A poem.
Saw you again the other day, ring on finger, centre stage. I smiled, a little whimsically, through sad and bitter memories. I looked back amongst the bric-a-brac, how we laughed and walked, and fought like that. And played and talked … Continue reading Centre Stage. A poem.
I take photographs. I write poetry. Here’s some poetry and photography, in equal measures. Cheers Steve 🙂 Heart Tree. A poem. Light shines through the trees above Forming a shape, too like my heart Coloured by light and silhouette Reflecting … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Heart Tree
Entrenched within Mud to knees No flight from here A no man’s land Of blithe confusion And emptiness Entrenched within This sharp regret Like a bayonet Some veiled remorse And back and forth In the wasteland Entrenched within Over the … Continue reading Entrenched. A poem.
My empress of stars, A supernova in flight. We will meet again. 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 … Continue reading Empress. A haiku.
These sheets and slips Abide with time, Like tides and shores, Old pick up lines. These mountains climbed And sacrificed, To sheets and slips And angst-filled lives; That lost their way, Were found again, In the arms of a wayward, … Continue reading Sheets and Slips. A poem.
I take photographs. I write poetry. Poetry and photography, as seen above and below, exchanging views and subtle growth. Cheers Steve 🙂 Swing I swing into summer The water chilled to perfection Melting an icy veneer That once suited this exterior And so I swing A subtle pendulum Expectantly delivered Into your watery embrace For more Upstart Photographer, click here. Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Swing
My arms like tree limbs, gnarled and objectified. Here in the last remaining light, reaching for an unreachable sign by the side of a road, long and bitterly loathed. My feet encased in clay, entrenched along with attitudes I left … Continue reading Well Spent. A poem.
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