Reflection

How can I be woke if I'm still half sleep

In the state of dreams ,there are so many meanings...

Mistakes,
Are tangible.

Errors,
Understandable.

But I fail to comprehend,...

If I can read I can write does this mean I must tell stories or record things like my piece of time
...

I stand amidst the cherry trees,
Petals fall, swirling swift,
Coating the ground, bed of pink...

Enola Gay,
Why did you have to fly that day.
Your pilots mother's name on fuselage display....

The image in the mirror returned my gaze,
the moving different to me was another phase;
if a...

Little bit of humour,
Little bit of hate,
Little bit of laughter,
Worrying disgrace...

and so it is Christmas and wat have we done?

can't quite believe how this year's begun

we'...

Staring into the soul of those deep blue ocean eyes
Hoping I had those waves of perfection
...

Silence between light and dark,
Every shade of grey,
Reflections stare back,
...

The view from my window,
it’s beautiful, in fact.
Oh, the view from my window is beautiful,...

Another day, I checked the date:
It was the 11th.
Acknowledging the significance
...

" All that we call sacred history attests that the birth of a poet is the principal event in chronology...

Living alone, I breathe
And it is noticeable.
Each rustling,
Or wind across the...

The tingling feeling in your brain,
It spreads to your arms,
To your chest,
To your...

After a long walk
From a village a little way away
I'm alone in the Royal Oak pub
In...