Poems

Area 52.
Located in Antarctica.
Hidden under the ice.
Deep,
Deep,
Deep...

There can be thorns within the
fragile skin that pierce from
inside
Thorns that move...

When we were little twigs sprouting from the ground
I sensed something special in you I had found...

I know that I was never enough for you.
You with your dreams and plans
That could soar into...

This poem is for my Husband, the sound of your voice ,
your tender embrace ,the way you look at me...

I don’t squirm
a column

you’re red
a volcano in love with the sun.

Once there was a flower
Born from a seed like any other
Which grew but never changed it’s way...

"What would you do"

What would you do if the world was different.
What would you do if the...

Only the broken heart
Knows what it is like to
Live on the spur of insight.
Burning...

I've been to the fair..
and I've sat there..
watching The Twizzler
go round..
...

I can remember when I was raising my two young sons we had only the basic needs
nothing fancy time...

There are a vast number
of intricate possibilities
invading my cranium...

A moving...

That translucent, tenacious, intrepid blue sea

Is unquestionably and absolutely most definitely a...

To the old
as to the new
Unwrapped gifts
Messy ponytails
Sneaky gestures...

I have drowned
Your forlorn gestures
Inside my heart
Unwrapped as gaudy
...

Soaring through the clouds, taking in all the air
Looking down to the world and seeing the busy...

Like a storm in a teacup Covid 19 came along

From a nightmare of a dream within a repetitive song...