when the weather makes you a cup of tea,
and you hold on,
because there is a storm in every brew,
and walking away
just hurts too much.
Tag: poetry
Entangled: Written Tuesday 18th November 2025 (Aged 50)
and I know,
people carry placards,
and they make lives
from timber yard wood.
Moments: Written Tuesday 18th November 2025 (Aged 50)
love,
always,
caught in reflections
Ugly Fame – Written Thursday 22nd January 2026 (Aged 50)
but death
is a violent nudge,
a reminder
that something remains.
Standard – Written November 2025 (Aged 50)
The majority of people
have standardised views
standard issue uniforms
All Those Years Ago – Written Monday 17th November 2025 (Aged 50)
I hear it,
turning over and over in my mind,
and we are there,
together,
all those years ago.
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.
More Days Than This – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)
I need to
wake up,
and stretch
to get going,
and I need to move further forwards.
Everyone Would Like To Be Noticed – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)
I am in life,
and I am on a difficult mountain pass
when my toxicity
became a disease
and then an urgent task.
Telephone Wires – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)
We are not so insecure
that the condiments of our life
taste a little less pure.
