…and with that, they saw the look of love, both conflicted. One spoke as softly as one could, looking as they had done into a thousand faces; the other thought only this, a sweet caress of their partner’s soft lips. The other spoke whilst the other listened, confounded to two balanced positions. No sooner asContinue reading “Sunrise to my Heart”
Category Archives: Lives
Rose Garden City
‘Now, she exists in a sea of modernity and stainless steel wire, Her thoughts are often thoughts of desire’
The Hills of Forever
I’ve been dreaming about those woods for too longa long memory of existencedeep inside in my headI rememberlosing myself in amongst the green, brown leaves of Septembermy teenage thoughts, lost, but not forgottenthe good old days but you don’t know you’re in themSparkling eyes – they gleam through branches, either side of the pathmy spiritContinue reading “The Hills of Forever”
The Harmless Bathroom Spider
The harmless bathroom spiderLives in a crack in the wallThe harmless bathroom spider Sees nothing at allThe harmless bathroom spider Speaks but does not make a sound. Doesn’t move an inch, or cover any ground.Against the wall he can be foundSpindly legs, so delicate they break:A hammer to glassA soul to shake. Insnaring invisible bathroomContinue reading “The Harmless Bathroom Spider”
The Clampdown
You are as beautiful as I remember In the dark of red September How the fossil fuels burned Gutters churned up stinking filth Spluttering emotional wreckage Over the atmosphere of the stage Smells of ravishing blue caught up in the nest How they worked and twisted at my shore Licking my feet with a saintlyContinue reading “The Clampdown”
Greener Grass
In all colours sublime In bold mountains climb.The majesty that I bring Between such fragrant lips I sing;And sing I must just to forget Whatever my heart tells me yet; And scarce feel In case I sink I’m here, I’m real, let me think. By Sam Fawcett
Parisian Poetry 