Poetry Blogs (visitor)
Tufts of dust
Caper about my mosaic glass.
Blotches of ferric rust
Offer me an unceremonious welcome at last.
Things I'd once befriended
Seem distant and cold.
Deaf ears to the chime of my footsteps
Tell me they've forgotten their companion of old.
I wonder when those mellifluous repartees
Turned into hollow echoes,
And the blithe breeze
Into a stiflin...
Saturday 25th July 2020 7:38 pm
A cloak hid her weight
Or she hoped it did as
She scoured second hand bookshops and
Thirty-five years of books that she
Never let go.
You can imagine that lonely bungalow, the kind
They clear out on TV, with explanations from a
Psychologist, so when
Annie broke her hip she had to watch
Other patients during visiting hours and
Although she seemed on the me...
Thursday 14th May 2020 11:47 am
The Sunshine Is Ginger And White
Here comes the sunshine
Not our sunshine
But the ginger and white sunshine
From across the street
The little prince
With heart markings
He sits at the window
Silently imploring entry
And when the door opens
He trots his way to the kitchen
And looks up at us
In milky expectation
He’s still a kitten
Wednesday 29th April 2020 1:58 pm
(Arthur Mee’s England: Gloucestershire; 1939)
A book arrived yesterday
- a visitor from the last century
Visiting our modern-times day.
Carries news and views
But no photographs or maps.
Tells us all about
And the faces
Of the people
Who went there.
But most of all of everything
It brings the smoke
Of years gone by -
An incense offering to the gods.
Sunday 10th January 2016 3:01 pm
I was surprised by an unexpected visitor today. She kissed my cheek with her warmth and enveloped me with with her brilliance. Few are the ones who see her true beauty. The world had been so dark without her, so cold. I missed her dearly but now she is back. She gives life to the frozen hearts. She fills the soul with laughter and bubbly expression. She loves me and I love her….. Her name is Sprin...
Sunday 29th March 2015 6:15 am