Poetry

Poetry Is

Poetry is universal; poetry is eternal; poetry is a life beginning, which will meet you at the end. Poetry is a journey; poetry never pretends; poetry is a feeling of life that will put you on the mend. Poetry is a language understood by few – for the road ahead, giving meaning to the weekend. …

Mindless

I feel alone. No one is watching me as my life is postponed. The friction from the wind dances with my soul. Is life a moment to be held in the cold? I’m writing a template for a time that was felt – in the sky – under the lemon meringue horizon belt. The framework …

Optimistic Daydreams

I can’t think anymore – it’s black with nothing left to give. These blue eyes seem to be getting smaller, with the grey hairs growing thinner over a wrinkled brow. Waiting, waiting for something to happen. Nothing ever comes from waiting; instead, old memories give life into a dying body. Hopes materialised into dust – …

Walking Home

The fields of wheat look free in the warm sunset. Light touches the horizon and wraps a soft, warm glow of appreciation into the awaiting eyes. There it is, happiness! Some days last too long, working for a future race that will never be known. I hope they visit this place; I hope they are …