Poem: Sensing – 16/02/20

Like worms in the ground we can slide through life blindly, only sensing, never seeing what’s right before us. And as though it’s magic, our touch and sense of smell are heightened, guiding us through the rough, the damp welcoming soil.   Like the understanding that somehow we must place our trust in that which [...]

Poem: Peripheral – 11/02/20

Peripheral. An untidy, outside view casting the unseen realms into my being. I breathe them in, gulping, drinking all I see with the colours which seem so worthy of being absorbed, I know their feeling.   I can be vaguely promised something more than a glance, should I, with great enthusiasm, seek to swing my [...]