Time
Time to set aside the thoughts of greatness,To cast away the dreams of acclaim, wisdom,And knowledge, to let the mundane take meAway from the open skies, and tie me downIn… Continue Reading
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Bed-time.I stroke my children’s backs, arms, legsto help them sleep, in multiplesof onehundredandtwentyfive,each multiple to be completeeven if they’ve fallen asleep while I count. I’ve always done this,don’t know why,since… Continue Reading
A complete life
I’ve locked myself away now.Finally.Being on the outside was too much to bear.All the wind and noise,All the confusion of living,Of loving and being loved. That’s over.The pain is ended.The… Continue Reading
why i love poetry
because verses bound and wrappedon a page of many colourssing new voices because one wordis better than thousands because reading beats hearingwhen the letters maketheir own meaning because small words… Continue Reading
This day, of all days
Rain, outside, leaksin, with the wind,grey, too much alive,while we rememberthe dead. Sudden light, a holein the sky, exploded,restless cloud, toomuch brightness fortoday. Nothing new, inthe cold, all oldand trapped… Continue Reading