Pour out your skies
of rain
damp tears, fetid fears
I’m feeding the machine again
and then
there is this thing of
connectivity – do we need
more
or less
connection?
The confidence
to connect
or disconnect,
or reconnect, when connection
is required,
or is connection
the last thing in the world
we want.
Tag: #creativewriting
waking
and now the traffic
rumbling through the corridors
of my waking mind
high
a morning so still
even birds holding their breath
on their high perches
waiting
sitting together
absent of conversation
waiting for a break
parts
arriving in parts
of which there are forty-three
building a table
flowers
in the wind trees mourn
the early flowers of spring
all shrouded in snow
shelter
a large fluffy bee
found shelter in our kitchen
ahead of the snow
heart
exchanging a tweet
on the beauty of cabbage
its intricate heart
waiting
trees now in blossom
inside I chop veg for soup
whilst waiting for snow
geraniums
through the morning mist
scorching red geraniums burn
the fog from my mind
My Eccentric Friend 