Where - a poem
caution is a prison for the heart where
crumbled whispers blow like dust scattered to
far off shores where breakers dissolve tears from
rivers that weave the hollows of the earth
where the roots feed from the rain that falls where
the kite calls circling stiff winged where clouds flow
to meet the mountain and slide where the rocks
slip where the muffled cry is only the
hidden stars of day calling for the night
where headlamps cut brief forms from the night and
moth wings drum the pane seeking the light where
travellers search with an instinct for sun
where men and women sing and dance under
the breaking dawn where the Gods paint the day
to play in the minds of men sweet notes of
music to banish all the paralysis of cautious things
- London - poems
These two poems were on a previous hub of four poems (Poems with no home) but I thought it was more logical to separate them by theme (vaguely). London take me back to that place where faces are only...
- Desert poem
Returning from living six months in a small coastal desert town in Saudi Arabia, a roundabout outside London's Gatwick airport seemed like the Amazon jungle, so green, so lush. The emptiness of the desert was...
- Poems with no home
Have had poems lying dormant on my hard drive. They needed a home, so I've moved them here. I can never decide whether I like my poems or not! If you read them I hope you like them. Three poems made...
- Inspiration - a poem
the tapestry of your body from socks to halo is woven in heart and soul you are hidden seams of gold in barren landfills and dormant seeds in unploughed dirt you unveil the skys demeanour to ...
- Finsbury Park Station - a poem
I have seen the death certificate died in Islington Workhouse 1914 Dead toes under starched sheets A name in copperplate - a plumber in Angel Court Inside my veins I carry the blood of people who...