When the roads rise with welcoming tides where the sailboats singwith parking meters and electric heaters above the tenement trimsas red brick surrounds the houses and all the people descendan early sun offers promise through the morning’s dincoming home to a brand new place where time has stood stillIn a muffled land we can seeContinue reading “Where the Sailboats Sing”
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Chatterton – an ode
As high as a cloud wandering on Bristol’s towerForever will I sing his nameFruitfully brought me to his finest hourForever a great organ plays its painWill I go no more to St Mary Redcliffe?A fine repose now in a sea of modernityIn whose gothic ramparts held religious communitySang a song worth, ten men, when Chatterton’sContinue reading “Chatterton – an ode”
a day without promise
a day without promise is a day scarcely led *** i couldn’t hold back the tears i cried all the years i spent hiding inside no one can tell me what to do i’m an angel… but i’m a devil with you something skips in my mind a thousand thoughts in plain sight no matterContinue reading “a day without promise”
The Invisible World
In casts of iron there rests a manOf steely braces and wrought iron handsIncredulous – his one feature, being only referred to as a creatureMany had forsaken what was once lostAs Marley’s Ghost counts the costOf his life, swimming in sin; old Scrooge’s mind is wearing thinAlone he has been, but no more…Now the InvisibleContinue reading “The Invisible World”
Wounding
We stood apart once but now we stand togetherOne mind with a beating heart, always and foreverNothing but the morning sun to shed light on dark dreamsSometimes when the air grows thin, when crops don’t grow, as mountains explode With heat and the waves rise with flow and lands envelop in ice and snowNo matterContinue reading “Wounding”
What Seemed Corporal
Wherefore does the wind blow? Whence did the season change? One more damned miss And I’ll be cast out this frame What light will lend to such myths of folklore when a candle is snuffed out? What god-fearing people once whispered around the golden flames of an open fire, instilling fear in younger generations toContinue reading “What Seemed Corporal”
Parisian Poetry 