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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Tiptoeing backwards
Feel the strain, when thought gets dry in the brain To the outsider quite difficult to explain when trying to compose a quatrain Try to get the mind in motion without causing to much commotion Only the person with pen in hand will win the battle, write as planned. Taking ones foot off the throttle […]
He thought
Retreating to breathe It is better to be erratic than static Walking towards the window Breathing in the sweet air of morning Feeling the pain of another day Which was instantly erased Once he had something to say Shaping forms, strengthened and fed by words He nodded gently, he had salvaged words Composed a poem, […]
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