piecemeal
In fragments, I find you,
piece by piece,
each shard a story,
a glimpse through the cracks.
Moments drift,
unanchored,
and I catch only slivers,
glints of who you are.
Splinters of knowing,
scatter through my mind,
I gather them,
building an incomplete you.
Sunday 9th February 2025 12:50 am
not to the swift
They cling to the weight of their quill,
the tactile sensation, grounding them,
yet, the digital tide pulls at their resolve,
urging them to adapt or be left behind.
Nostalgia blooms in the scent of old books,
memories of applause, now distant echoes,
the poet's dilemma, a struggle within,
to honour tradition or embrace the new.
Their heart aches for ...
Saturday 1st February 2025 2:16 am
“bridge is out “
In the shadow that our hearts cast,
hatred blooms, a stubborn weed
where a garden of trust once grew .
Words, once tender,
shatter like glass,
a bridge collapsing under weight;
echoes of apologies
falling into silent abyss.
We deceive ourselves,
clutching memories like
fragments of a broken mirror;
forgetting the faces we wore,
the warmth that once held us close,
burying ...
Thursday 30th January 2025 12:29 pm
sound of a day, precluded
Today refuses to break its silence,
dawn holds its breath, the first rays
glisten on dew or frost or snow,
holding back the chorus of waking sounds.
The rooster paces, crow stifled, the air remains hushed.
You step outside, feeling the stillness,
feet crunching on frost, every step a muted echo.
Yesterday's shadows cling, hesitant to retreat,
the world precludes...
Tuesday 28th January 2025 11:06 am
sounds of the day: prelude
Today has yet to break its silence, at dawn
the first rays sparkle off dew or frost or snow
followed by a rooster’s crow and we know
Yesterday rescinds its front row seat for another
Monday 27th January 2025 11:27 pm
fleet-footed good
And as you walk through these familiar streets,
You notice small details you used to overlook:
The worn-out benches where people rest,
The graffiti that boldly splashes stories;
The fleeting smiles of passing strangers…
Each moment feels so much more precious-
Each breath a gift, not to be taken for granted.
You accept that endings are part of the journey;
Finding a truth ...
Sunday 26th January 2025 1:20 am
into the arms of night
Embrace the evening, let it wrap you
in its gentle whisper, softly gilding
each breath towards a tranquil rest.
Welcome the night, with open heart,
accept its peace, its quiet song,
for life's dance needs both shadow and light.
Surrender, not in defeat, but in grace,
allowing the natural flow of time
to cradle your spirit with tender hands.
The stars don’t resist their twilight,
...
Saturday 25th January 2025 12:53 pm
an evolving presence
In the flow of days and nights,
awareness intertwines with time,
each moment birthed anew.
Full consciousness breathes
within the heartbeat of change,
not separate, but entwined with life's pulse.
The truth ignites not a fire,
but a gentle dawn,
easing shadows into light.
Presence is not static,
but dances with each breath,
each blink of an eye.
Wisdom arises not from
silent...
Saturday 25th January 2025 2:59 am
don’t know
Don't know what to say
anymore
my mental defragmentation
distills my thoughts
cremated and wind scattered
water tension propelled
pond-gliding chase scenes
surrealistic ballet
Don't know what to think
anymore
mince meat re-minced
mindless in Seattle
shuttling to and fro
Brownian movements
my emotional upheaval
seat-belted turbule...
Thursday 23rd January 2025 3:31 am
Edgar Allan: Ravenous Poe
In a darkened chamber
shadows twist and writhe
Pale light spills through cracked panes
illuminating dust motes
The air, thick with the scent of age and decay
A raven, black as a void,
perches on the windowsill
Its eyes, piercing, stare into the soul
Murmurs of lost hopes and unfulfilled
dreams linger in the corners
Quill in hand, he writes feverishly
...Monday 20th January 2025 11:58 am
wide road of the exterior
Culture continues
in all corners of the globe
Summer showers’ song
1693
Maruyama keep
Yoshitsune’s long sword shines
in poor wretched place
Benkei’s lone defence
Summer grass remains today
Sepuku farewell
Back wood canopy
Over swollen river flows
Mogami boat ride
Teary eyed vista
Yudono’s vertical drop
words cannot describe
...Sunday 19th January 2025 1:14 pm
CTRL + ALT + DLT
Have we found what eases pain, it shan’t remain;
yet hardly a memory lingers that might untether,
should even that be erased, p’raps a wound reopens-
it’s angry eye emboldens a spectrum of jumbled feelings:
tangible only in laconic holds we cannot hope to break.
Friday 17th January 2025 12:48 pm
bicnic py the sea
bailing soat happily out to sea
glailing foat eating up my tea
So wherever it is that I may be
a goating boat is a sight to see!
(... been living with this for years, do it with numbers as well, even if my clerical numeracy accuracy-efficiency is quite high. It all goes back to homework when I stammered a lot & couldn't get it right the tirst fime;nowad...
Wednesday 15th January 2025 4:44 am
Help! There’s a dragon in my stew!
A dragon basks in my stew, scales glinting with heat
Steam curls, weaving tales of daring quests
Potatoes anchor islands, thickening the plot
Carrots float like tiny boats on a spicy sea
Pepper flames flicker, igniting bold flavours
Onions create layers of intrigue
Garlic breathes magic
Stew simmers bold.
Spoon stirs, dragon flares
Bubbles pop with mystery
Savoury secrets blend-
Cou...
Tuesday 14th January 2025 1:50 am
when echo lost its shadow
When echo lost its shadow,
a haunting void took shadow's place.
No longer bound by shade's gentle grasp,
then echo drifted through empty space.
Without its shadow, echo felt cold,
a chilling darkness, an eerie silence.
No longer whole, it sought the past,
its identity lost, its voice forlorn.
A slightest whisper, a lonely sound,
echoed through the void, not fully grown.
I...
Monday 13th January 2025 1:47 pm
there once was a boy
The echoes of laughter fade,
hushed whispers of a time when
innocence wove through our days
fragile threads now unraveling.
A boy stands by the edge of the river
eyes wide with wonder
tracing the ripples that dance
beneath the setting sun.
The world felt endless then
each stone a treasure
each tree a fortress.
He built dreams...
Saturday 11th January 2025 11:46 pm
10/01/2025
word-painted pictures
along with each season’s change
colour-splashed meanings
Saturday 11th January 2025 1:58 am
Babel’s Echoes
We part, each on our own path
...no longer united.
Shards of a once unified day, scatter.
In the long shadows of the old towers,
Babel’s echoes linger, misunderstood.
Before the tongues twisted and were lost,
Voices shared, and the plains glowed with trust.
Their dreams reached skyward, unmarred and clear
And in unity, they placed their hopes and fears.
Aft...
Friday 10th January 2025 11:52 am
a grasp away
A figure, stern and cold,
receives a laurel leaf with surprise.
No introduction, no warmth exchanged
. . . just the reality of presence
the edge of diffidence . . .
The leaf, tender and green
rests lightly in their hand
a symbol of honour, unspoken worth.
In its quiet embrace,
a connection begins to form;
bridging the divide of understa...
Thursday 9th January 2025 1:02 pm
reflection by the sea
We stand at the shore's edge, gazing at the sea.
The horizon stretches before us, unhindered.
Your eyes hold the wisdom of the tides.
Your words bring the calm where truth resides.
The ocean's song provides a gentle lull.
In its waves, our bond grows ever strong.
We speak of dreams, of hopes, and fears,
Remembering incandescence of boundless years.
As the sun sets on that distant lin...
Thursday 9th January 2025 2:32 am
tears you could have cried
Picking up the internal slack,
invoking an inward tension
that emboldens one to face the day
and the prospects of oncoming ones.
Wet cheeks reveal visible cues,
flipping calendars, leaf upon leaf:
. . . existing surrenders,
like a sparkled after-rain,
bringing a moist crystalline relief
that fills the cracks
and mends the broken places.
...
Wednesday 8th January 2025 4:22 am
Tarkovsky-esque
flames and mirrors flash
windows and rain, pan on screen
reflective pools, still
lines, l o n g d r a w I n g gaze
light, topographic texture
shade; toxic mixture
ambient perspective
people together, alone
all moving me home
Tuesday 7th January 2025 10:15 am
here and there
What’s a decade here and there?
Perhaps a lot if you’re past 50.
People live longer these days, so
a spritely 70 is meant to be
acceptable, looked forward to.
If you get past the wrinkles
and the short term memory loss
remember to share your secret-
youth’s fountain is found in both
- the realm of heart and mind
Peace with self and adjusted lif...
Sunday 5th January 2025 12:04 pm
bereave me
You are never far away from my thoughts or heart's embrace,
we are tethered between life states and alternate existences . . .
believe me.
Saturday 4th January 2025 10:23 pm
well
With some we connect but once and that once may not be enough, so the onus on us is to connect well.
N.B.
Sad news from Texas, just a few hours ago; my first cousin (60) died suddenly, her brother, my other first cousin, having passed 30 years ago after returning home from serving in the Gulf War. The last time we were in a room together was in 1978, a few days before they left for Au...
Saturday 4th January 2025 2:41 am
read to your satisfaction
Take that bold step up to my words, linger until they have had their fill, each party imbuing the other, overflowing with the permeate of life. Read to your satisfaction, but read: free your mind upon these winged lines and read to your absolute satisfaction!
Immerse yourself in a tapestry of thoughts, each thread revealing a new pattern, weaving complexity into your consciousness. Let the ...
Friday 3rd January 2025 3:45 am
2025
In the still of night,
. . . a voice
becomes Dawn's first light
Where every shadow meets its end
Reverie ascends skyward:
a final page turned
, weary lines
of hope, once written
now unwind
Until this day comes
, we seek our peace
Never again lost
. . . in darkened sleep.
Wednesday 1st January 2025 6:31 am
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