The Unwritten Page there is a blank page staring blankly back at me me and my blank mind Photo by… Read more Blank And White

Writing poetry for blogs
The Unwritten Page there is a blank page staring blankly back at me me and my blank mind Photo by… Read more Blank And White
Not Many Will Read It now that I’ve done it a year of daily postings that feels like enough
The Work Of Writing great clouds on dark skies rolling and tumbling and red always beautiful something to enjoy before… Read more The Work Of Writing
Never Happier alone late at night a keyboard, a desk, a chair never happier
Most modern poets make many meanings with words, mainly without means.
Thriving peace lily People dying every day No peace in this world
Every evening, I steal two hours of the day. These are my hours. This is my time. I can lose… Read more My Time
They see themselves now, neither partners nor lovers, and only just friends.
Each day like the last Like the next, like all others We must break something
Looking back on life at all that we should have done will lessen that life.
Summer finishing In the flowery climax Of a florgasm
When you were here I did not hear you I did not listen to you You were just you –… Read more When You Were
When he lies to her It isn’t a deception It is self-defence
See me in flowers See me in all that you love See me in your heart
A wide screen for words a keyboard full of meaning and yet nothing comes
Nobody came Nobody saw Nobody heard my mousey roar Nobody laughed Nobody cried Nobody even bloody tried Nobody looked Nobody… Read more Nobody Came
Washing On The Line Washing on the line. Warm sun, a drying Spring breeze. Calm before the storm.
A windy spring day Tree fingers beckon heaven from earth, as it is
Writing at night time It seems the right time for me Not the bright of day
Some days you wonder why you bother. You sit and you search and you find them, these unwilling words, you… Read more Nobody Even Looks
A Dictionary A dictionary Every last word of mankind Most of them not used