Blind

Poem -

Fear of Word Blindness

Banks of blank ivorine
stacked high but
thinly like old oriental
lacquered tsuba .....

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We have fallen asleep on a...

We have fallen asleep on a train

We have fallen asleep on a train that isn’t our own and we are not alone
Driven and tricked
...

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OUR COMPOSURE

OUR COMPOSURE

When we give people what they don't expect...

When we listen and don't react...

They show...

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Poem -

At the Very End of Darkness

Where did the light come from
and who turned it on ..
I mean that golden glow the very...

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Obstacles

A quote. That will eventually have a story.

"Sometimes, life will throw obstacles in your direction, and you can't go around them; because; sometimes...

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I don't know anymore

Set me free

I dont know anymore.....

I don't know anymore,
what is life to me?
What are dreams...

Poem -

Bemused to Death

when your muse goes walkabout

In those last three days before
winter kicked in ..
We exchanged a grand total
of...

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Beautiful Vision

For Fiona

Beautiful Vision

This is for an amazing friend that I met on here many moons ago. Unfortunately, she lost her sight as a...

Poem -

Glare

they were never quite as blue as she made them out to be ..

Because
it now hurts
so much
to see ..
He no longer
fears
going...

Poem -

Reflex

the reflex referred to is called Autosomal Dominant Compelling...

Smelling of sunshine and apples,
for a moment,
I was blinded ..
And having had a...

Poem -

Letting Go of The Light

I so needed to fly
tonight ..
I just wanted you
to know
that I finally let go...

Poem -

Impressions of A Senryu

either I am now
invisible, or indeed,
they have all gone blind ..

Poem -

Unsighted

Dedication to Aleandro Baldi (Singer/Songwriter)

Unsighted

A true songwriter
doesn’t need eyes that see
to write a song
nor does he need eyes to...

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Observations

A supermarket car park, Enfield.

Observations

The scavenger crow limps upon his infested feet, Plucking his Stained feast from the waste of man....

Poem -

Time to Call Time

At the very same time
the words
for a poem I may now
never write
came to me...

Poem -

575

I know I still am
because it hurts me so much
I just dare not look

Poem -

Glare

Because
it now hurts
so much
to see ..
He no longer
fears
going...