The Season of Changes
Every Autumn fills
with browns and reds,
yellows and oranges;
Sweeping leaves
and a steady wind
blowing through trees.
Halloween decorations,
candy corn, and costume trials
as little ones prepare
for changes in the air.
Days lead up to celebrating
another trip around the sun,
yet this season is another reminder
of all those years ago
when we lost you.
Years collect dust ri...
Friday 9th October 2020 5:09 am
ENDINGS
A series of 11 short poems
End of a Galaxy
A blink
In the silent depth of night
As the last leaf of the beech tree
As the silent tear of my love
End of Harmony
I see her dancing on the sands
I see her as she sees me
and in that moment
sand, sea, sun, surf
vanish in the vortex
until
...Saturday 14th July 2018 7:59 pm
Division Street
I heard that telephone ringing
at the one remaining box down on the street
down on Division Street
If one of us answers the call
they ain’t coming back
whichever one of us goes to
answer that phone
they ain’t coming back
I woke up restless in the night
opened a window for some air
the whole city poured straight in
over siren wail and drunk's lament
I could hear that ringing sound
Friday 3rd April 2015 1:02 pm
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