I hear it,
turning over and over in my mind,
and we are there,
together,
all those years ago.
Tag: modern poetry
Eureka Moments – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)
the world
is full of people
telling me what to say,
what to say,
and even what to feel.
Close Eyes – Written July 2025 (aged 50)
shut down gates,
open,
find pasture.
Prejudice Sets Sail – Written Wednesday 16th July 2025 (Aged 50)
They blame other human beings,
human beings they’ve not actually met.
Boats enrage them,
dinghies cause their prejudice to set sail.
Belong – Written Thursday 10th July 2025 (Aged 50)
Where do I belong?
And where are my roots?
A local boy
with foreign boots.
Creases and Folds – Written Monday 19th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Everything becomes old.
Time itself
has upon its being
creases and folds.
Sun Shines Down – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
Woke up early,
out on the road,
sun shines
as I snake my way up the hills.
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.
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.
