Your love flows softly, delicately in and through my soul, like water. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click … Continue reading Water Soul. A haiku.
Line cast before the storm, Sent and received Let waters churn Offer up your burdens And your soothing grace So that the tide might carry All concerns beyond This harbour’s boundaries And out into the wide And yearning sea. For … Continue reading Cast. A poem.
Sometimes, I feel invisible, someone the crowd will never see. The collective and the individual residing here inside of me. Sometimes, I feel invisible, my words a faint reprieve. Their subtlety and subtext, misconstrued and unperceived. Sometimes, I feel invisible, … Continue reading Invisible. A poem.
I like to think I’m a bit of a photographer (that’s just the upstart in me). I also like to think I’m a bit of a poet (also the upstart). Let’s put them both together, shall we? Cheers Steve 🙂 … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Rosella
A stream of consciousness, As deeply philosophical And wittingly succinct As Plato would suggest— Taut and streamlined, Delivered with equal measures Of eloquence and cynicism, Of fecund elucidation And resonant aspiration. Not every dinner conversation Needs such enigmatic, energetic discourse. … Continue reading Overkill. A poem.
I have a recollection Of the man I used to be Whilst I don’t want him back There are aspects that I see Parts and pieces that I miss A heady mix, a potpourri But I’m glad he’s in the … Continue reading Recollection. A poem.
I skirt the eggshell minefield, Tip-toeing between The thick and thin, Navigating longitude And withering latitude: Just so I can reach you. But every step draws veiled threats Masking vengeance In a trial of death defiant, A tightrope can-can Above … Continue reading Reach You. A poem.
Matt Mercer hosts Critical Role on YouTube, one of the many D&D online channels that have helped propel the game’s popularity into the stratosphere, and is arguably one of the best DMs around. A trained voice actor, he has a … Continue reading Laidback DM: Have Merc(er)y on Me
I wondered how You were, you see Tracked you down More than easily Just a single look I knew, though hurt On, you’d moved From that cold, cold birth Which was all I wanted Both then and now To take … Continue reading Rebirth. A poem.
You have built yourself a tenement; a home for your sad, anxious mind. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. … Continue reading Tenement. A haiku.
We long for a less-than-guarded conversation, as conventional as that may seem in times as conventional and guarded as these. A dual of wits and natures whereby intent is disguised and discursively dismissed as quickly and as slowly as it … Continue reading A Duel. A poem.
The bell rings (or tolls, or so it goes) and I’m under fire again rushing into no man’s land without a weapon or a plan. A last minute dash, as if it were all she wrote (and perhaps it is … Continue reading Due Date. A poem.
Photos and poems. I never tire of them. Cheers Steve 🙂 Nightwalk. A poem. Stone beneath toes, wrinkled, yet timeless. Glistening darkness, an envelope for thoughts sublime or unkind. Theseus’ lifeline into the distance: a path to follow until the … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Nightwalk
Does she sit and cry? Does she pray at night, as I? Does she feel the patina of a life less inspired? Does she mirror my repose and ask the question: why? Perhaps we are, more or less, Alike. For … Continue reading Alike. A poem.
She was a rose in thorns abound, As cliched, it seems, as that may sound, Who grew from seeds of bitterness And contempt for those she kept around. She mastered the art of formless thought, Of tactless speech and schisms … Continue reading The Rose Garden. A poem.
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