Now, the whisper of Autumns voice Petals fall from the last rose of summer Days shorten while nights expand For some, the bark of black dog becomes louder Autumn moon, white in an ink black sky Waves of summer heat, but a memory Through a hazy stillness a new dawn is greeted Autumns shadow throws […]
Category: Poetry
Haiku
Squeezing that blackhead Bathroom mirror steams over Scented candles burn (c)Poetry from The Manshed 31/08/19
Haiku
Reading and writing Learning the skill of Haiku Use you resources (c)Poetry from The ManShed 30/08/19
Living among voiceless voices
He entered, flicked on the dimmed light bulb Locking out the night Living each day breath by breath. Spoke aloud, to nothing but an empty room No sound, save that of a beating heart But this was no ordinary room Here he received answers to unheard questions Peering out through laced curtains At a distant […]
“I’m in the jailhouse now”
Three chords, a country song That’s what life is? As you travel down that “Lost Highway” The “Price of Regret” lives in the next “Tumbling Tumbleweed” town Suffering from the “Seven Year Itch” You think to yourself the “Old Home Place” Never held no people promise Believing that you’re “Tougher Than The Rest” Never dreaming […]
Patiently waiting
You’ve sat beside one in a surgery waiting room As if in that air there was not enough gloom You turn to make friendly conversation – then They’ll begin to tell you about bunions, blood pressure, arthritic pain, medication That and all those other complications You cast your eyes to the heavens, they ask Are […]
Haiku
Not much left to say Tomorrow we start again We all have reasons (c)Poetry from The ManShed 26/08/19
Pep talk
You’ve not been turning out much lately His muse suggested Grumpily, he agreed after a stretch and yawn One word of advice I’ll offer she said You just have to get back on the horse Think up, up, up I want an easy life I know you like the back of my hand Think about […]
Haiku
Logophobia The writer will get nowhere Suffering from this (c) Poetry from The ManShed 24/08/19
The invisible train of thought
At night when all colours blend into one Writing about familiarity, the burden which life brings All this can be reversed with the dawn sound of bird song. Daily he walks by this ramshackle house It becomes more dilapidated week on week Those who made this house a home Now interred in a nearby graveyard […]
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