Unfinished words bewitchingly buzz
Swarming through my head like clusters of noise I can't ignore
As their mutter quickens the more I become aware I need to fulfill their purpose
Sunday 7th February 2016 5:03 pm
Tags: Mind, poet, writing
In the back bedroom,
between pillars of poetry pamphlets;
the canyon that echoes Chaucer and Poe.
Where last week’s crockery lies a fossil
and sedimentary layers of coffee show.
A wastepaper bin of crumpled first drafts,
waiting to erupt it’s potential.
Bed sheets blown over a notebook graveyard,
buried too deep to show their credential.
Crisp packets breed between clothes on the floor,
Sunday 7th February 2016 12:25 am
Tags: doubt, poetry, writing
Will you buy me that slick pen
so expensive, so beautiful
I wonder will you wrap it
in specially chosen paper
some coastal scene perhaps
engraved with my initials
a pretty choice of inks
will I unwrap it on my birthday, beaming
say ‘thanks so much’ and kiss you
then write hard of my betrayals?
Saturday 23rd January 2016 11:56 pm
Solitary, after the day retreat’s,
the only light a screen.
Cold fingers giving shape to thought,
of worlds as yet unseen.
Cocooned in blackness of unearthly space,
untethered from an anchored mind.
Ideas gestate in such a place,
where fertile matter seeks to find.
Drifting far from expectation,
no longer confined to Journeys plan.
Reluctant recipient o...
Saturday 16th January 2016 11:35 am
Tags: meditating, Writing
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