This Like an old net curtain Day …Read more The Day Hangs
There is a silence that corrupts the soul, As a lonely man walks down a road. A mental tut, a tapping shoe. I know all about you! A story is told that’s deep and long And very possibly entirely wrong! Condemning, simmering, quiet hate The need to dissect and then berate The cigarette,…Read more A Corrupting Silence
November, the air hangs still The sky left to the lament of crows A toneless dirge on empty fields The pallid sun fights to puncture thin clouds Nature’s pause, before the storms of winter. On my recent morning walks, I have noticed the stillness of the air and the quietness around me, which has been…Read more November
On the edge of summer, the green wanes and the wind is quiet. Time for the autumn’s fiery pageant to salsa her dazzling colours across the land – auburn, amber, golden yellow Before her routine is complete. Stillness throws down his thread-bare, cold edged cloak. Waiting decay creeps into her joints and sits unravelling summer’s…Read more On the Edge of Summer
This morning I sat in the doctor's surgery and cried. It is the third time I have sat in the same position in the last few weeks. Progress has been, I suppose, because the crescendo of emotion spewing out from the build up of the last few months - frustration, weariness, pain and confusion -…Read more When Stress Couch Surfs on my Sofa!
There is a hole in the bottom of my soul. It oozes darkness. There is a hole in the bottom of my soul It sucks up my energy, Eats happiness, And gorges on joy. I have a pink sparkly plug To stick in the hole in my soul. It stops all the Smiles…Read more A Hole in my Soul