From A Deeper Bleu

his wife gone angel now alone in his mortal stance he smiles through pain he talks to walls which once held her favourite portraits for my cousin Jonny, in remembrance of his sweet wife Fonda Sign in to see full entry.

comes a time when the weary mind bleats for that dictionary spread Sign in to see full entry.

will I ever escape the city he asked himself while perusing photographed skies of Rome Sign in to see full entry.

face of Jesus in a cloud too high to touch I felt Him singing to my soul Sign in to see full entry.

eyes of a winter warmth fire bleu ocean deep heart of lovers strewn pray hope lingers long Sign in to see full entry.

elements pressing against greenery vocals of Heaven whispering to me Sign in to see full entry.

fold wrap kiss taste touch breathe Sign in to see full entry.

move on, stroll forward from where the heart lies dreamless and dead keep wide your vision your options open a new hour shaded, sleeping; waiting shall arrest your notion attesting to kaleidescopic merit move on, hardwood meltdown there remain nary the diamond once dansing every colour tattooed into... Sign in to see full entry.

Sappho weeps face cradled in the crook of her arm she gazes into mists of shore-kissed aqua searching for depths of a lover's eyes Sign in to see full entry.

I see people and wonder who are they and then I throw in the muse: who am I? Sign in to see full entry.