wash (Remove filter)
Drifting
Until sweet sleep washes over you
And you allow it to carry you away
Peacefully surrendering to the tide
Abandoning your body...
You drift from the bay
Falling under the lapping waves
Deeper and deeper into calming darkness
Letting go and forgetting
At the very same time
Until eyes open like the shore
Crashing onto the rocks
And sun expands across you
Placing yo...
Wednesday 13th August 2025 7:40 pm
Winter’s War
Winter’s War
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
The fog rolls between the war
of winter and sun,
silencing the deafening roar of defeat
as snow becomes rain.
March was always the lion
tearing ground with bitterness,
frost over hope,
but now it’s a leopard
with solar flare spots.
And the fog rolls on
between the divide
of how things were
and how they should be,
but the ti...
Tuesday 12th March 2013 10:00 pm

Recent Comments
John Coopey on YOU'RE THE TORIES IN DISGUISE
2 hours ago
Greg Freeman on Farewell, Sir Bobby
4 hours ago
Greg Freeman on A Morpeth Christmas
4 hours ago
Greg Freeman on YOU'RE THE TORIES IN DISGUISE
8 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on YOU'RE THE TORIES IN DISGUISE
9 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2026 [no. 1. Neujahrskonzert]
11 hours ago
Jon on Imaginary imaginings
13 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Whisper from Ukraine
14 hours ago
John Coopey on "I COME FROM THE BACK OF BEYOND"
15 hours ago
Greg Freeman on Saltmarsh, Alnmouth
15 hours ago