The chair, still under the table
The wine, half a glass left
The company, small artificial flowers
And so he sits alone, bereft
He’d hoped, … Read the rest
My Poetry
What Is It About Georgia
Turn on your radio, give it your ears
How many songs will you hear about Georgia
Midnight Train to Georgia, Georgia Rain, Georgia on my … Read the rest
No More News
I stopped watching
I stopped listening
I stopped reading
I stopped talking about
THE NEWS
The endless speculation
Facts – what are those
Just doomsday … Read the rest
Reflections on a Poetry Gathering
Men of a certain age with long hair, wild beards and an occasional hat
Women of a certain age with long flowing hair and dresses… Read the rest
Possibly
Possibly today will be better than yesterday
Possibly today there will be no rain
Possibly today I will find red shoes
Possibly today my knee … Read the rest
A Day Trip to London
Trains – standing room only
Tube – disruption
Poetry event – very crowded
Raffle – won £50 worth of books
Harrods – very posh, but … Read the rest
The Echoes of Rural Silence
In the middle of quiet farming fields
Silence reigns as echoes dance
Telling secrets to the hedges and trees
And the earth softly sings with … Read the rest
That Smile
In my silent moments, when sunlight fades
My heart remembers that smile full of grace
It drove away darkness, banished my tears
As that smile … Read the rest
The Dance of Hearts
The dance of hearts creates a bond
Once you have given your heart, your all
It’s a trust which can never abscond
It binds hearts … Read the rest
Our Dreams
In our dreams we find a secret place
But why, I wonder, do they just slip away
As when dawn breaks and the world is … Read the rest