The poet A lady said my husband, Fred. It is strange, but now I know it. I glance at his old sleepy head. He thinks he is a poet. Once, he was so slim and bright We loved to cuddle. It was nice I think somehow he saw the light. Everything has got a price. ‘Fred I whispered, feel my brow I would hold... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 11, 2023
Tuesday, March 7, 2023
Water Vole. I feel something, and I live with things that are willowy if you disregard the stumps that cover the ground in shapes that are not round or shaped like an evening star. The big stream runs, waiting for the sluice gate to open to the water that whispers. ‘It’s late.’ I gather my memories... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 4, 2023
Josie I would be loved just as this wish demands You would take me, so how other can I be Lips to my throat, your carefree hands feel my body almost carelessly. To this time, there is an end no sweeter Although I know, I feel you only as a whisper and you will break into filaments should I stir I... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, March 1, 2023
• Morning in the rain • I walk. The striking wet drips here. • Thoughts that swirl as dawn appears. • Drum up my cry. • The images move by. • Glued • into parts to remember. • Flaked and crude. • The drab dark wetness hangs around. • All the grey and gloomy sound. • The whispers of the rain • merge... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, February 26, 2023
Sailor Jim There was Jim, sailing round the brim Sailing round the brim of a basin. With toffees in a tin, a badge that read I'm Jim And a handkerchief with some lace on. The sheets were fresh as milk, the sails as soft as silk. His heart was as big as a bucket. He did it once or twice and thought... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, February 24, 2023
Explorer 4 Years I feel thistles, nettles, fingers red Grass cut my hand, and so it bled Black grass flicked stain upon my fists Prickly seeds scratch at my wrists. Ants that crawl. All things that bite the flesh that isn't covered quite A handkerchief around my knee Here comes an angry bumble bee I... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, February 22, 2023
cont Shocked. She lifted a foot and without a glance she adjusted a jet-black stocking. I reached for a boot, which would keep out the wet and thought that it was shocking. I wondered why a lady would wear black stockings under her Jeans. As I did up my laces, I tried to compare my ankles in socks... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 20, 2023
SNOW. I cannot stop in the snow to say that I am sorry. There are restrictions to the entry of a cold face. I dare not slither to a halt lest I should see a sunny disposition in this icy place. Thoughts shatter into shards, it is so easy. When it is snowing, one can face the elements and walk into... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, February 18, 2023
She Somehow I think that I must say I wrote this poem yesterday. I will just try to say you see That it really is not me. Reply Yes I read it and I know That you are as white as snow Your gentle lips are cherry red. I just believe all that you said. Within your arms you did persist On penalties one... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, February 16, 2023
Josie I would be loved just as this wish demands You would take me, so how other can I be Lips to my throat, your carefree hands feel my body almost carelessly. To this time, there is an end no sweeter Although I know, I feel you only as a whisper and I will break into filaments should you stir I... Sign in to see full entry.