Poetry Blogs (2020, crisis)
Missing life. Empty streets. Cold hearts.
Covering your face what you once criticised on stranger's faces.
Missing love. Empty hearts. Cold air.
Covering the flowers in your heart, the strings of my guitar.
Missing music. Empty stages. Cold rooms.
Covered ears, listening to scary news, not to music anymore.
Missing passion. Empty beds. Cold skin.
Covering all lu...
Friday 3rd April 2020 11:46 am
The Crucible of Change
Somewhere, in the chaotic crucible
An idea is forming.
In the churning turmoil a star is birthing
An answer building.
In the dust of the dying world
A way can be found.
From our dark place see the future,
What can be done.
Accept that now does not work for all,
Too many cast aside.
Relearn what’s important, what we need and
Wednesday 25th March 2020 10:54 am