Ploughing his way through life Granddad was a slave to the labour of the day Each day he’d strive to be that much better. As he yoked both grey mares Never allowing his head to drop Pride in everything you do, he’d preach. Life’s comforts for him Watching blackened fields sprout new life. His steady […]
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A frequent muser.
He tried it because he heard it said Truly, there is no right side of the bed To emerge from in the “write” frame of mind So busy yourself with differing thoughts Considered the wise “old” muse So he pondered. In the depth of winter Trees have lost their clothing Long sleeved branches shiver Longing […]
A turning point.
Where sun and moon intersect A breeze leafed through his open book Looking for a poem he whispered Or maybe a winter’s tale The breeze continued leafing making no reply Leaving him shadowed by a passing cloud Then came stillness, his book fell open Revealing a winter Haiku Tears from the heavens The mastery of […]
Haunted memories.
They are long gone The house was left exposed Strangeness an eerie feeling Feel hairs stand up on your arms That house has lost all its charm The hearth is bare, we stand and stare At the picture on the wall, cobwebbed We raise our eyes to the highest heavens She dabbed her eyes, he […]
Daydreamer.
As cool as the other side of his pillow Two days beard growth, hair, more shape on a hay rick That’s the way the thinking process is this morning Not such a pleasant sight in the breaking light of dawn Twisting, turning, uneasy in himself Then to rub salt into the wound if you will […]
Sometimes they lose the plot
Poets, they think they know a lot Later he would engage in wordplay Today was a sad yet busy day It afforded him little time to think Now in the silence of nightfall He took some time to reflect, recall This in turn moved the mind on to a poetic link This perfect moment of […]
From bookworm to author.
From bookworm to author Use language we can comprehend At times you tend to deliver words Mere mortals do not understand. Yes, there are poems/stories you destroy With ‘artificial’ words, is that so you can get by? It may assist you with a given subject Take a moment to reflect Consider, should I revert back […]
Another of life’s twists and turns.
Deep into the forest he took himself To his favourite haunt There’ took his seat on the carved out tree stump Just the rustling of trees to disturb his thoughts. Serious issues he was capable of dealing with It was those trivial issues that really upset him It was something about nothing, in his opinion […]
Softly, in the dusk she landed.
He placed the two pronged ladder Through the apple tree It is winter he grumbled There should be no need of this The cider scent from the tree Was the only consolation As he scrambled through the boughs The voice from the upper window Informing him – keep left a little Mind your step, his […]
He sits looking out the window.
He sits looking out the window Night has fallen in his house of words Mercury dropping, taste of hot whisky awaits Soon it will be zero hour, brightness awaits He huddles beside burning embers Windows and doors shuttered against all weathers Bolted tight against the thief Yet the threat of entry remains Daybreak will see […]
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