Poetry

Another Morning

Another Morning It starts just like the one before Clothing shrugged and bleary eyes Doubting Thomas, slippering awake Stops and stairs, not yet for the day Half-made choices mingling, torn Teaspoon stirs, marmalade

Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel I lay there awake, my mind was refusing To leave go of things it could not understand The clock spent eternities counting the seconds My thoughts went in circles, followed the

The pastures they beckond

The pastures they beckon'd, the fields did await The birds and the buds and the blooms all conspired With sunrise and sunset; all sufficient bait To draw e'en the

Breaking Out To Get In

At the table, you’re alone although there’s people all around. You Listen without hearing, distracted by other things within you. A passing word gets your reaction though you didn’t mean