Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.
Tag: introspection
Inward Gaze – Written Friday 27th June 2025 (Aged 50)
It has a theatre,
but a one-person show.
It tracks identity
with the passion others take home.
People Can Easily See In – Written Thursday 19th June 2025 (Aged 50)
The shyness is never far,
but really it’s not shyness —
it’s actually a desire for privacy.
And those two are very, very different.
Deep Dive – June 2025 (Aged 50)
I am not a clockmaker,
and all my watches keep to a time
that I cannot read.
I watch as decades leave.
I Would Like To Belong – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
I would like to belong.
I did not stay that long,
and now I feel like a journeyman
just going from place to place.
London and Smitten – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
Back then, I seemed so far away
from being a child,
but a child I was —
still a fledgling in my thoughts.
What Became of Hope – Written Thursday 8th May 2025 (Aged 50)
What became of hope?
Did it fall over?
Fall out?
Has it taken cover?
Wild Bore – Written Thursday 8th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Experiences mould you,
then they fold you,
and they fold you up,
and they try to take you away.
Outsiders – Written Thursday 24th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Outsiders on the surface
of something else,
that point of no return —
it is there within myself.
Sunflower – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)
I assume it was planted with the sunflowers when I was very small
