In the comfort of his hotel room Lying off on a king size bed Listening to torrential rain Beating steadily against window pane Waves from the sea Assisted by a hawkish wind Against the headland crash The location itself is simply idyllic. He waits in hope For a weather break and a breath of balmier […]
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Mix ‘n’ Match
Peering out at leaden sky Most unpleasant to the eye Raindrops chase down window pane On sodden fields they leave their stain Wild wind howling Through keyholes hear it whistle The countryside in the depth of night Black as the hobs of hell Yes winter is upon us So this night he sets himself the […]
Awkwardly he hesitated
He found himself in this deep unfathomable forest of words Try as he might to tiptoe his way through Continued to lose his way Rarely has this been the case Now, faced with this challenge This battle he must win Find a way onto the straight and narrow They, cannot choose to overpower him Having […]
A winter morning
Leaves, shivering in a watery winter sun Each minute of our lives may be our last Poems come out of wonderment Say more about life then two-way conversation Though in essence they are one and the same? Standing on a shoreline he pondered Observing as sea and sky In the way off distance worked in […]
Nature
He sat and listened as the wind blew Watched as trees danced When the wind went to sleep Trees rested In the evening light Casting off the labours of the day It is time to wave a hand at the poets chair Today’s work is done Tomorrow the erupting volcano (the mind) Will he hopes […]
Winter woes
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 […]
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 […]
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