The flower in my hand
I hold this flower
In my hand.
Yellow and perfect.
Like European star.
Like my heart
Is bound to this place.
My ear used to different languages,
My nose used to all these smells,
Smells of freedom.
In a continent of so many colours,
Blossoming friendships
And beautiful memories.
I keep this flower alive
As long as I can.
I know it will die
Like the freedom
That leaves us.
E...
Monday 16th March 2020 10:37 pm
An Ode to Trouvaille
I have always been a whole person
Please don’t let what I now describe convince you otherwise
But I left the other part of me in foreign country
Endearment
I love the way he says my name
With words and phrases I have heard before
But those that have not enlightened me until now
I can breathe around him, more than mere survival
I met him in a world where sum...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:19 pm
Travel along
Through the green lanes, following the cemented roads;
With new hopes above head,covered with blue mould.
I was on my way to discover new sea;
Miles and miles afar was the new world awaiting for me.
To catch hold of it i got wet in the rain;
There's some kind of young drug running in my vein.
There's still hope in the lifted hand within the crowded lane;
There's it where i can settle ...
Friday 25th December 2015 10:42 am
Speeding on through Somewhereshire
Unfamiliar livery
Adorns familiar trains
Myriad trees, multi-shaped
Silent window frames
Station signs unreadable
A metal phonetic blur
Speeding on through Somewhereshire
On a train to who knows where
TK Maxx and Staples
Retail worship shrines
Ears burst in tunnels
As beneath the soil we dive
Conservatories and patios
Buzzing power lines
Tearing on th...
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