poem: the lake – 11/03/22

with a dear friend around the lake I take a turn and admire ducks, smile at happy mothers children, and puppies with men. I am animated, she listens with quiet calm, by her side, I need no longer need take her arm, for days of physical support are not near, there’s nothing to help me, nor there to fear, while anxiety can burden, it’s not featuring here.

poem: war of the worlds/calling to archangels – 25/01/22

Brother and SisterThe brothers come closerthey materialise into viewexpecting the expectant dame to cry ‘adieu adieu’but she will not falllike a tree in the quiet woods she will not be felled,not even by a dark witch doctor withmany alibis to tell.he holds the keys,swings with her melodies,he rhymes and rhymes,in unison in style,like youngest and [...]

Poem: Wanderer – 12/09/21

Open arms found in this wide world of mine, delicately and excitedly they’ve welcomed me in. I’m thankful for the support, friendship, and more, each morning or evening, my comrades' words I can explore. Their thoughts, laid upon the screen, bright, blinking, I take them in, ascertaining deeper meaning, truth-seeking, prisms of depth and reasoning, wondrous intentions blossoming. [...]

Micropoetry: A Tremulous Tribute – 28/08/21

a tremulous tribute disarming intimacy so comfortable to let him in conversations about everything emotional closeness no need for physicality feel the heartbeats through our laughter ponder-patter irreverent chatter knowing that to him, my voice does matter. accepting our trysts of personal powers so far yet so close feel our united pulse warbling and smiling with ease the past doesn’t determine we playfully tease building a stronger bond through wonderful rapport knowing should I falter he’ll help me seize again these oars.

Poem: Waltz – 20/07/21

Our feet together, they step in time, gentle footsteps, intertwine, yielding memories, forthcoming hope, endangered circumstance, thoughts, hearts, pump, grow. I know the understanding I have is too right, that the assertions made shall linger into the night, hands held, palm to palm, they know, intuitively speaking, they meld, we meld, complex love disarms. [...]