A cold night Winter’s coming And it will soon be time to move indoors But for now, build up the fire Huddle in cloaks Almost hoping for a wolf among the flock Some kind of action To keep warm Bethlehem’s fires can be seen in the distance Dream for a moment of wealthy homes…
Second chances
You need to listen to pay attention and understand I have no words to speak to you for I am future and words are not yet spoken My siblings have shown you joy in the past, promise in the present what you were, how it stands today But there is one lesson left the certain…
CHRISTMAS MOURN
Standing in an empty hall In front of a tinselled Christmas tree The meal has been shared The presents given But smiles were forced, laughter hollow Going through the motions Because he would have wanted it A week ago he was not yet in the ground Two weeks ago still walking around We decorated…
What are you thinking?
What are you thinking? Alone in your room The light that filled this place a moment since Has gone as if it never was Where the messenger’s wings brushed the walls Is only empty space And all that remains Are his wonderful, terrible words That hang in the air, that burn in your heart Was…
Empty
Empty hearts when all is done Shuffle through the empty halls Empty eyes in empty heads Staring at the empty walls Finished with the world at last Use by date is long since past Waiting for the last tick tock Winding down the body clock
Review on Emily Dickinson Selected Poems
Though I have certainly heard the name many times over the years, it is only recently that I have finally picked up and read the poems of Emily Dickinson. I found the experience well worth it. I have selected three poems that particularly spoke to me in order to illustrate how much I appreciated this…
Unacceptable
We are the undeserving, the invisible A weight on a long-suffering society We have no jobs, no money Surely our fault, to not obtain What cannot be found We are too infirm And have the gall not to recover From incurable disease And missing limbs We have no homes And what sort of person chooses…
Eclectic Assemblage 