Bird on the wing, sing for me, bring to me freedom and sky. Stay with the blue but ring true to me. Be secure with…
Comments closedBird on the wing, sing for me, bring to me freedom and sky. Stay with the blue but ring true to me. Be secure with…
Comments closedThe stretching road to life unknown — carried beliefs from old town days, pursued by memories into new found ways. The indignant voice was never…
Comments closedIf you think that I am maimed — surprise, surprise. My heart has claimed its own award. The broken segments of its hurts rejoined unconsiously…
Comments closedThe ‘phone is dead. I cannot hear you. You’ve long since fled. I cannot find you. My sound goes on. Its answers wear me. Echoes…
Comments closedYour heart Has a mark — Not mine. We are beating Apart. Your mind’s Redesigned, Unkind. Your thought Has been caught — Elsewhere. Now a…
Comments closedShe can live alone because he is in her mind she’ll not fear the dark as he is the light in her eyes will not…
Comments closedI woke this morning to the sound of small trees ringing happiness in the grass yard, Chickens quick picking the dirt track for early titbits,…
Comments closedWarm your hands on my heart and I will liven you. Deep in me you can thrive and life will grow for you. New spirit…
Comments closedRunning cats scratching black night evil tangled hair knotted screeching cries in dark marked shattered dreams with felines howling prowling divinely into dawn. Sally Plumb
Comments closedRed brick alley, where blood and anguish drips from blades and is never seen in the permanant shade. Where consience is a nuetral spot and…
Comments closedNight music, cascading,warm through her veins in gentle pleasure, brought him close to her senses, stealing, across the heavens, the depth of his sleep —…
Comments closedWhen her thoughts, in invisibility, trancend the heavens in trails of searching, like stardust, moving, yet never taking space, she will find you in the…
Comments closedHeavens skyscape was glowing with fire, high coloured as poppies ablaze with suns flame — compassionate showers stirred nature alive so earth would not grieve,…
Comments closedMay, wearing wedding white, and light, scatters her confetti petaled blossom into summers bright ways and wanderings, squandering her days lazily in grassy sunshine, passing…
Comments closedWe have grown from the roots of this little place, my friends, the bowels of the grave, the deposit of our genes. We are the…
Comments closedWe are the vapour of earths senses in early morning sun, the breath of wild poppies as we ripple through quickening grasses when day begins.…
Comments closedBirds in a bare bush beneath quiet noonday beams, tail flicking, preening, dreaming Spring dreams. There, on the high branch, backs to the sun —…
Comments closedThe old goat sleeps with piccalo, hunts in dream some lover near, snorts in woodland undergrowth, the hills and plateaus of his fears. A cloven…
Comments closedWe are so small in this infinity that we are non existant, smaller than the division of a breath. Death cannot be as we are…
Comments closedWhat clumsy deed of hers spelt doom? What unguarded thought emerged in hurtful comment and prised apart their truths? Why did she break his heart?…
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