Where You Begin
The first time
Is a pin prick
To unstitch
Your skin
To feel yourself
Begin
You search your being
You are it:
Coursing through yourself
The second time
You search inside
A stranger
Behind the corner shop
You find where he begins
Adrenaline!
But come back,
Stinking of rot
Void of thought
To feel what?
What are you searching for?
To begin ag...
Sunday 22nd November 2020 10:30 am
Autumn leaves to be reborn
The fluttering of the autumnal flags
clinging onto the last hope
of the now distant summer
brittle and brown they hang on
for dear life to their arboreal home.
The bark, it protects and guards the
living trunk against the bite of the
Northerly wind while the leaves
they suffer stoically the chilly breeze.
One final breath, and they are pulled
from their earthly space
...Friday 16th November 2018 9:34 am
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