Yes a frost
Also strong sunlight
Rashers of well grilled bacon
Cups of, sweet & strong, hot tea
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Thursday, 6 February 2014
Wednesday, 5 February 2014
Conscious
Into the deeper
Explorer
Venture each day
Minds rich wilderness
This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues
Tuesday, 4 February 2014
Base
Approached by stones
Frost laid on open ground
Touched as we wake
This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues
Monday, 3 February 2014
Wireless
Late night words
Cling to the absurdity
I heard your voice
Return from obscurity
Leave well alone
Ring borne of insecurity
You had a choice
To deal with my immaturity
Don't make too much
Sing down the dawn illusory
As with James Joyce
The day is a tad delusory
Just say goodbye
Back to the incredulity
The crickle-crackle noise
Feign time wasted on surety
Late night words
Lingers of past perfumery
Turn thoughts to sensual toys
Schooners of sexual buffoonery
Leave well alone
Just say goodbye
Don't make too much of it
Just say goodnight
This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues
Sunday, 2 February 2014
700th Second Chance
Back to the bubble
As if on a wished return
To true love mothers womb
Thin as gossamer skin
Translucent shades of the rainbow
Float on the familiar warm breeze
Ache for this cocoon
As if its shelter fits
The damned and the doomed
Unstable as the Zeppelin
Fearful of passion and flame
Plummeting through the sky
Yet one more try
Flawed belief in faith
Warmth of miscast imagination
This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues
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