Filled with silent companions Yet they speak volumes Words their sheer mass Overwhelming to some? Ink blots on a page Make every word intelligible Staring through closed eyelids Imagining the end product Overwhelming to some? Words, their sheer mass Walking straight lines or raggedy paths From whosever pen Overwhelming to some? As a matter of […]
Tag: Poetry
Writing is great therapy.
Writing is great therapy May not be for everybody Sitting down with the challenge of an empty page- Once the first word is laid down, continue stage by stage Not always having a ready topic Does not faze him anymore, nor fill him with dreaded fear It may not turn out to be a masterpiece, […]
Poem by Chikako.
Long since clouded over, This heart of mine has now cleared up Of its own accord- It is good to gaze continuously Until one has absorbed the moon. Poetry from The Man Shed 13/12/19
Shakespeare
“That time of year… When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. Poetry from The Man Shed 12/12/19
Today the wind had a bite in it.
Knowing a rainbow had nowhere to hide He sought solace walking in the woods. The trees on his tramp through the woods Busy with incessant rain fall. Their boughs shaking off yellowed leaves. The vapours, and the blended notes of Birdsong enhanced this constitutional. The various gifts the wood dispenses Manna for the writer within. […]
Where will it all end?
Life in the homeland must have been difficult If lying in a doorway taking insult after insult Was his only refuge This scourge which is ruining so many lives People from home and abroad not living But trying to survive The domestic animal and stock in a field Are, without distinction treated with more care […]
Haiku
A bite in the wind Above a sky full of words A winter blessing Poetry from The Man Shed 04/12/19
In increasing misery,
Under the colour of the moon As the winter wind blew chill He made himself “comfortable” In an open doorway. Loneliness, its fragrance “nil” Rucksack his travellers pillow – His security blanket. His secret prayer may be “Tomorrow guide me on my way” Once the cock has crowed Announcing the coming of a new day […]
#Acrostic Poem
W eapon of correction O nce produced O ne had to be D iligent in its use E ven in circumstances where N early always other S iblings were P repared to point fingers at each O ther, that is when the row could O pen into organised chaos N ow it has gone that […]
There can be only one outcome.
The wind shifted as a new calm descended Walking the winding road from the beach The onset of calm somehow turned to chill in the air The evening falling into night Sky now becoming a dark azure colour Lit only by a sliver of moon Breath becoming visible indicated Continued drop in temperature Peace was […]
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