deaf dancers move
to their own beat –
the music unheard by those
with blind cynical eyes
watching dumbly
in jaundiced judgement
Widow picks seashells
She’s in harmony with them
They are both hollow
Their empty homes bare
Bereft of life and substance
Spirit washed away Continue reading →
Ice sculpture will yield
its fifteen minutes of fame
hot in the city Continue reading →
To pour a poem onto page
select a well of ink
try one with mood
or brooding shrewd
perhaps a wistful ilk
Some brands can have a tad of fear
or fourteen heartbeats loud Continue reading →
the sun behind the
swaying hawthorn tree contrives
transparent leafglow
its shadow on the
wall conducts an orchestra
of soft woodwind boughs Continue reading →
I pad to my phone and I Skype her,
Her pad’s within Wi-Fi from here,
My iEye sees that she’s uncovered,
Said “put rubber bumper on rear” Continue reading →