I am seasonal offers,
something for the moment,
something to try.
An exotic flavour which burns inside.
Tag: reflection
Steam Power – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.
The Boy Was Not As Mad As They Made Out – Written Monday 23rd June 2025 (Aged 50)
In the end,
the boy was not as mad
or as senseless
as everyone else.
Belt – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
There I am,
wrestling with the self,
watching memories
slide along the belt.
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.
Mantra – Written Tuesday 10th June 2025 (Aged 50)
That was a phrase that we used when we were young.
But does getting better remain a mantra?
Because, after all, the days are not so young.
My Memories Are a Museum Now – Written Thursday 5th June 2025 (Aged 50)
My memories are a museum now.
I am looking at exhibits — artefacts of the past.
Sometimes there is an air of regret, sometimes joy.
My memories are a museum now.
Bumper Cars – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
I start again.
But there is a pattern in our lives —
when the hopscotch is high
and the skipping has only just begun.
What Became Of Those People – Written Tuesday 27th May 2025 (Aged 50)
I wonder what happened to —
became of —
those people
who crossed my path.
The Chapters Upon My Back – Written Tuesday 27th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Life has told
a tale or two.
I feel now
much older than I ever have.
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 