Poetry Blogs (Amnesia)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (6 hours ago)
Where is sleep?
So many deep in slumber,
So many fast asleep.
But for a few of us,
Dreamland is out of reach.
Focused thinking about gentle waves lapping at the white sand beach,
The picket fence or hedge and fluffy bouncing sheep.
Many visits to the back of eyelids,
Concentrating on slowing how we breathe.
And yet the land of nod, the sand mans dream gift eludes me,
Please oh please j...
Sunday 28th August 2016 11:22 am
photo credit: Given Writers Retreat
Blue moods can lie
Or amplify truth
Colloid in regions of a soul
Blues gives reflections
Like broken mirrors
We live under the gaze of poets
Calling us to task
Whispering in our ear
To be unafraid
To subdue cheerful robots
To deliberate with happy slaves
To refuse to wear yokes of shame
A blue deep as ...
Wednesday 2nd October 2013 12:52 am
Many times 'convenient amnesia' is all we have to survive and live another day.
My heart bleeds
both fears and gladness
spent poison darts.
My hand quakes
both words and gestures
spared iron brand.
My eye shuts
both dark and brightness
Sunday 10th July 2011 11:55 am