Category Archives: poem
Tired
Number 3: Idea
Number 1: Idea
Spring morning
People
Father, Mother, Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, All siblings I know, Numerous as sand, One as earth, Troubled trouble still walk, Along as one, Together as none
Love
My joy my love, My plant of paradise grows afresh,Emboldened by the crusp of potential, My love will live,My love will end, never die New, fresh tipped love,The novelness adored,To embrace once more to embrace again, My fancy yet moreEvergreen amore,The joy in rote, To appreciate adorate adore, Recurance in the zest of youth, embrase,Continue reading “Love”
Paradise
Walking in a Dream or not, I beheld a sight so clear, A promontory, a pond, some weed, The lapping waters at my feet, The waters of a pond and marsh so placid, Nurturing my walk becomes a ramble. – Attention caught by dragonfly, Patrol everlasting, As I think it darts away. – In theContinue reading “Paradise”
Autumn
Leaves Crisp, Oakloaves crimson and gold, Falling on the Ground, Leaves shadows everywhere you go, Conkers Falling Cracking, The Air nice and Moist, Every boy and Girl is Collecting the Conkers
Curious 