Thoughts of a small boy, She was my great Aunt but I always called her Gran. I have to agree with Gran a mouse runs along the stone floor And it pops back into a small hole in the wainscot. Mouse! I shout. Gran grabs a broom I’ve seen her do this before She always leaves the door open and all of... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
To wonder
We wonder Would we have been nodding in the peaceful surroundings No dreams, as all would have been fulfilled with contentment. With the loss of wonder for Nature sings sweetly to the young and those who listen and are still afflicted with this pain, One feels the structure of latent forces and... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The thirty minute painful poem
Hello Who are you eyes that read these lines? Politeness dictates that I must proceed apparently effortlessly and have no designs upon the beauty that radiates or indeed try to impose my simplistic ways even upon a minority who may feel that is it wise to believe one plays with fire if one does not... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Jane
Jane. Let it be, what is that I see A hundred faces and then one appeals It really does seem strange to me. I wonder if that person feels Different or if it is merely like a bird Noticing one feather gleams differently. Or a little sigh is heard and suddenly it almost seems suitable to appraise new... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Obsessions.
Obsessions eating a meal with you. Once there was a boy who wanted nothing more He listened and could hear the world spinning round. Suddenly he wondered what it was that he was living for. Something was awful in his mind it was the terrible unfound. Of course black and shapeless planted by a... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Parted
Parted. I am so much like you, the window reveals The Autumn rain it simply feels just for a moment, that yesterday’s touch quivers, as sensations must. The empty sky scrolls across yesterday’s eye The window fades, that time has passed by. So now I shall miss you, for now you will be remembered as... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Elements
Elements. So many streets and indifference pales, form is certain to appear; always as mysterious, always mingling with suspicion. The awareness of processing and drawing inward, what might be a smear of inaccurate information. To assess and idealistically embark upon a mission would make the... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Sometime. How close do you come to bend this iron rod? These are but whispers, as wistfully I plod back to reality. These starched clouds shall not drift, my head is bowed, it will not lift to look at this calamity. Ripples run far from a pebble that is thrown into a pool, the colour of the water is... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Life's like that
Well no wonder. She comes across the Desert sand that walking stick within her hand. Is that for protection pretty girl or just to sort for a collection of pebbles in the fiery sand I have a little lizard planned to compliment this warm event I’ll add another for perfection. Why doesn’t she lie in... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Closed
Closed She wishes, but the doors have been closed Beyond was the starry night and a pathway I stood dreamily allowing for who knows Copying that which is needed to allay The doubts that might form subconsciously. Was this person the most desirable one? Would time pass and one would see this mistake... Sign in to see full entry.