but I lower my eyes to half-mast,
and I realise I am the captain of my ship
it is me who needs to take charge,
and resolve these relationships anchored in my past.
Tag: time
IF It Ever Existed – Written September 2025
truth,
if it ever existed,
It looks like it never stayed
Magpie – Written Friday 29th August 2025 (Aged 50)
Magpie feelings,
lost in your own space
August Wears Its Coat – Written Thursday 28th August 2025 (Aged 50)
But I saw sunshine today,
and I did.
I saw the sunshine.
My Victorian Buildings – Written Tuesday 26th August 2025 (Aged 50)
My Victorian buildings
were built to last,
but my play was cast,
and I was sent out to sea.
Meaning – Written August 2025 (Aged 50)
every anniversary.
It’s a celebration of that task
The Hard Part – Monday 25th August 2025 (Aged 50)
The hard part is,
I don’t remember.
Steam Power – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.
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.
Creases and Folds – Written Monday 19th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Everything becomes old.
Time itself
has upon its being
creases and folds.
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 