On Gods spacious canvas, poetic thoughts he writes A wrinkled smile each morning Wills him from his pillow He pauses for breath Walks arm in arm with his forever lover Follows the sunlight from room to room The pattern of life becoming fragmented It’s going to be alright they assure each other. (c)Poetry from The […]
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Wishing fond goodbyes
In spite of everything, the moon goes down, sun rises His timepiece stops, yet time moves on His phone now silent Does mans best friend know what the matter is? They gather around the silk lined home Why do they whisper? He is not listening? Downcast in a flood of remembrances they stand While his […]
A one line poem
At close of day they appear, a murder of crows. (c)Poetry from The ManShed 03/09/19
Continuously sowing the seed
Through the raindrops at dawn A pale shy sun peeps from behind moving clouds The shrouded landscape, an invitation to sit and write Write silently, speak aloud The perfect poem – if there is such a poem To be perfect, will harbour many takes Filled with exuberance Dwelling on the mystique he recalls, stories of […]
In the after life
What would he most like to be – a saddlebag poet Travelling from village to village On the back of a sturdy mare Moving among deep silences Sheltering against inclement weathers Entertaining folk from near and far Listening to dialogue without seeing their faces. (c)Poetry from TheManshed 02/09/19
01/09/2019
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 […]
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 […]
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