those were the days –
when we roamed around –
in a sort of dry ice fog
Tag: creative writing
Heart Shaped Happiness? – Written February 2024 (Aged 48)
i do wonder,
if people ever think,
or in fact even care,
i guess you are promoting a life
the overriding needs to share
Hoping I Will Get There – Thursday 1st February 2024 (Aged 48)
it is something,
i try to swerve
life is after all a series of chicanes
not just a selection of curves
People Ask – Written Thursday 1st February 2024 (Aged 48)
my failings are plain to see
i put them on show –
in my personal gallery
Carpet of Snow – Written Saturday 20th January 2024 (Aged 48)
i look back,
with glass coloured eyes
and i read,
all of those former versions of me
Curved Claw – Written Wednesday 2nd January 2024 (Aged 48)
the type that lays down on your doorstep
the type,
that scratches at your door
childhood,
responding to the softest paw
People Apply Filters – Written Friday 29th December 2023 (Aged 48)
people apply filters –
to pictures of themselves
don’t like what they see
but who else is there to be?
Wrong With Me – Written Sunday 24th December 2023 (Aged 48)
i spent so long –
looking for regulators
or trying –
to fashion one myself
Does This Fit – Written Sunday 24th December 2023 (Aged 48)
doing well… (whatever that means!)
it feels like new clothes,
the kind where everyone says,
looks good and suits you
Trees That Never Melt – Written Wednesday 20th December 2023 (Aged 48)
not when i consider,
some of my living arrangements
attracted as they are,
to some of the colder seasons
