Poetry Blogs (Beginning)
We enter this world on days when life is slightly kinder
Pushed by our family in our pushchair,
we are content.
As we've grown, we are given happiness as a gift
We are given happiness with gifts,
the sweetness of our mother's kiss,
the softness of a kitten
We were unaware of the concept of age
We gave love willingly,
our first kiss being messy and conf...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 5:45 pm
When we were young
we raged against the storm
biting at our hormones,
engulfing our senses
and our sensibilities.
The deep penetrating
oxblood on our
Doctor Martin boots
to an indignant sheen.
split ends and acne,
Shredded Wheat moustache.
A groove worn on the chin
by pondering fingers.
Wednesday 1st February 2017 7:10 pm
In the beginning he would wake at every peculiar sound that came from the babies crib
In the beginning he would bring me a beverage as I fed his son whilst the moon was dimly lit
In the beginning he would rush home from work eager to see the family he created
In the beginning we were the people whom he could be himself and escape with
In the beginning we were enough
Tuesday 3rd January 2017 2:37 pm
~~In The Beginning
that’s all we’re doing
daubed on cave walls
scratched on parchment
prodded into submission
on a plastic keyboard
with a graphite swipe
erased by rubber
ideas and musings
Tuesday 14th October 2014 7:21 pm