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Whenever I see you
Thursday 14th November 2024 6:43 pm
Within These Walls
These days I feel a kinship with the four white walls,
Which guard my every move, every breath, every thought.
Observe how they close in on me, irked, distraught-
They make the world look small.
I speak to them in unfinished puzzles,
And superficial metaphors,
And subdued gurgles,
And defeated murmurs.
My words are nothing but a brook,
Whose melancholic babbles fill the chilly air.
They ...
Monday 21st September 2020 10:42 am
Poetic Highs
The wings of Butterflies
and Human eyes, of these I get
Poetic highs
Friday 6th December 2019 9:22 pm
Transformation
Poem of transformation...
The butterfly in the morning sun flutters with grace until his day is done
He's in and out of the beautiful flowers
To the music of the birds he dances for hours
Blissfully aware of his own handsome features
He's the envy of all the other garden creatures
Making the most of his time in the air
Embracing his life as if not a care
Made up of colour and symmetrical...
Monday 17th June 2019 9:57 am
The Little folk
At the end of the garden,by the big old oak
Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,
Is a dwelling place for the little folk
usually mistaken for butterflies!
The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,
a soft green carpet under your feet.
It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,
the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!
You see, they are cautious, and da...
Friday 8th April 2016 1:40 pm
Butterflies -- 07/2015
What is this?
A flip. A flop.
A rustle of the feathers
Its all bringing back memories
Better times
Better places
Oh, but look at that face!
Heart beating faster
Pitter. Patter.
Quick! Look away!
Don't catch that gaze
It's written all over your face
Play it cool
Don't be a fool
Raise that gate
Shh! Wait....
What is that knocking....
It's fate.
Sunday 1st November 2015 3:08 pm
STATE WARD BUTTERFLY
State Wards are funny creatures
flittering winglessly from place to place
showing their colours to very few
and then only in hope of finding love
all the while needing compassion
like butterflies need leaves to land on
More happened in care that out
more pain and heartache suffered
than those who handled us could know
Counselors and Matrons
Ordering us
reg...
Saturday 14th June 2014 12:50 pm
Lydia
I met a woman at the Blue Nile.
Our first encounter was her attempting to kiss my face. She seems to be in her mid-late fifties/early sixties. She began to tell me that she is okay, over and over again. She began to cry. She told me her sun died. He OD'ed at 39 years old. She watched him die, with his head between the toilet and the sink. Her other sun blamed his brother's death on her. Sh...
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