Poetry Blogs (refuge)
Her hair covered
Her head down
A baby in the push chair
Not one familiar place around.
The shop girl served her,
Speaking loud and slow
The lady understood
What their was to know.
I sensed a patronising tone,
As the shop girl spoke
The lady didn’t realise
The condensation invoked.
The man with the tattoos
Stared and screwed up his face...
Wednesday 6th June 2018 10:49 pm
it's just before sunset when loneliness creeps in
the beach is my remedy
the ocean will let me be sad
but only enough to shed a few tears,
never enough to let me drown
the wind invites me in when no one else has thought to
the lazy waves take their time rolling up
the toddlers mix mud, as their parents hold a conversation
the older couple holds hands like they're still in love
their golden retriever ba...
Friday 8th August 2014 2:58 am
Oh to be once more in the depths of green
Escape from the bustle of the present mainstream
Soak up the magic of natures verdant glory
Linger there a while and pen the story
For refuge what can ever surpass this haven
An acorns throw away from the commercially enslaven...
August 10th 2009
Friday 4th September 2009 10:18 pm