Narrative

I shall not ask my inner soul those secrets that I keep

Tho do I dig and delve amidst these very...

I think
it was
interwoven

my thoughts
your thoughts

the breath
...

My hand in yours, meltingly warm
Blood runs down my arm
from the thorns on your hand

...

My book is pretty full from memories of me

Though there are many empty pages three quarters of the...

It is with a heavy heart I write this tale
Something that will make you cry and wail
Britain...

How many years
will we live in fear
of the unknown

How many generations
will...

År av tystnad förvandlade hennes ord till mummel
Det brände i hennes oanvända röst när hon skrattade...

If he had a voice, what would it sound like?

Would it be more of a whisper than a voice
...

Oh how I absolutely adore my pleasurable poetry

Truly, madly, deeply this means the world wide...

“Good mornin’ Maisie and how are you today!”

As her little tiny tot of cuteness wanders not too...

EYE WITNESS
to unforeseen doings
of oneself through
a recognition of
PATTERNS...

There’s a war overseas
There’s a war outside
There’s a war in the sky
There’s a war...

Deep thoughts
lead to deep decisions

Deep decisions
lead to deep thinking

...

Fragile chameleon
Hidden beneath the whistle of the wind
Under the wisdom of the giving tree...

She sat on my lap scrutinising me

Within that mysterious look of such a strange curiosity

...

How glorious is the sun streaming over my kitchen cupboards on a cold winter day

Shaddows of the...

As I was meandering mossy meadows where those blue birds fly

I had a magical moment I will tell...