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An Ensemble of Pain
Oh, I felt it then, a sudden surge of pain.
A familiar entity of constant ubiquity,
yet simultaneously not there.
I tried to feign indifference, but it soon became clear upon the springing of those dainty edges.
I was harrowed by despair.
How could I not care?
Their meek, limp, cunning stance made me sigh with frustration.
Their insistence to grow with an air of indignation to all th...
Thursday 15th May 2025 1:24 pm
Beneath the Noise
Thursday 27th February 2025 3:53 pm
The Path of Immortality
The Path of Immortality explores the timeless journey of the atoms that compose us, weaving together the origins of life from stardust to the cycles of death and rebirth. As we grieve the loss of loved ones, this poem offers solace, reminding us that no part of them is truly lost. Their atoms continue to shape the world, giving rise to new life in ways unseen. It is a gentle reminder that we are a...
Monday 10th February 2025 1:57 pm
The Unwanted Guest
He has come again
Never welcome, never kind
The unwanted guest
How I wish we weren’t intertwined
Sometimes he gives notice
Sometimes, none at all
The unwanted guest
His shadow looms and curtains fall
When he departs
The darkness stays
The unwanted guest
When will he free us from these chains
A friend to none
Yet known by all
The unwan...
Friday 17th January 2025 3:15 pm
Le Grisou
On winter days, with frosted breath,
We wander to the warm, great hall
To see this sacred scene once more.
A mother mourns her perished son,
As mothers do across the world,
While washed-up men, most often old,
Pick off the innocent for sport.
Grouped women, tethered in their grief,
Mop up the personal effects,
Doused in their humid, sodden tears.
Soon, beyond anger, b...
Saturday 11th January 2025 9:34 am
bereave me
You are never far away from my thoughts or heart's embrace,
we are tethered between life states and alternate existences . . .
believe me.
Saturday 4th January 2025 10:23 pm
Only
Another star twinkles its last
And yet the sky does not mourn
Only the moon weeps gently
Behind the wisps of clouds
But still the golden star will rise
Breaking horizons line
In reds, pinks and yellow
and the land answers with song.
Only the sea whispers gently
Against the grey rocks
Bubbling through the pebbles
Murmuring of memories
But still the mountains stand
Defiant and stron...
Thursday 2nd January 2025 8:52 pm
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