Seeking shelter beneath a leafless tree In this thrum of incessant rain With the day becoming darker than night Feeling marooned. The sky artist painting deepening grey lines Seeking sanctuary with blurred eyes Darkness can speak strange languages He stares at nothingness, the mind blank. For some kind of comfort he spoke the words of […]
Category: Poetry
An alarming call
This he knew was going to be The most difficult poem he had ever attempted Blotting paper and pen at hand Carefully he lifted the pen, cleaned the nib Then opening the vial of ink Wrote the first words – Dear Florence. Dragging these anguished limbs From this inhospitable bed Repeating the morning vow – […]
The economy of writing
When he goes That will be him Dead and buried No worming his way Out of this situation. There in that space beyond With the angels he will bond Way, way above the clouds on high A star studded welcome awaits? Poetry from The ManShed 14/11/19
Truly not a ghost?
A WEEK HAS PASSED SINCE WE HEARD THE NEWS HE PASSED OVER THEY TOLD US YET HERE YOU ARE LARGE AS LIFE I’M FINE YOU SAID IT WAS ALL A BAD DREAM IT IS YOU WE SAID AS ONE VOICE IN THE FLESH YOU REPLIED BACK WITH OUTSTRETCHED ARMS WE HUGGED ALL SMILES AND JOYOUS […]
Staying alive
This morning he saw himself in the frosted mirror The very image of his father Greying at the temples Face creased with worry lines Shadow of a beard Glasses sitting on elongated nose He speaks to himself – How often you have visited me In so many different forms Keeping an eye from many hanging […]
Feeling the burden of tiredness.
His life too full to ponder being careful The world and its mother knew this to be the case There are far worse things than having a busied life Such as November days filled with death and despair. A light above the mahogany door Glistened on the white gravel. He stepped outside, the bleakness of […]
An instinctive jab of pen on paper.
Across this blank page his fingers move Make indentations in each groove Sowing seeds between each line. At the outset he has many muddled thoughts Which at times realise naught Set aside, at a later time they will be resurrected. In the future into poems injected. Sewn into the fabric of a page May give […]
Pills a necessity, not a cure.
Today he wrote without the sound of words He wrote to the beat of a silent heart Relaxed, satisfied there would be an end result. It has been awhile since he felt the need to write Pain has been an affliction. Now he did not have to force the application Merely take pen in hand […]
Always the bitter word
Back in the cockpit once again Feel the comfort of paper and pen Following a deserved holiday in Gran Canaria Wonderful time spent in a beautiful area One couldn’t fail but have a a relaxing time 30 degrees of glorious sunshine Back now to the winter of discontent Listening to politicians who are hell bent […]
Pottering among his books
Another October day With all seasons in it Rain falling out of sunlight Damping fields of frost. A day such as this In the outlands Autumn leaves Their weight causing drains to overflow. Unpredictable weather patterns Allow him invent landscapes to fit the day As he awaits the creeping darkness And the sky threatens a […]
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