Poem A BALM FOR A WOUNDED HEART 20 Feb 201720 Feb 2017 Even a sheep's wool is often bruised Firths of ice turns to scattering glacier Snow crust in a scorching noon brews So is a heart wounded in dementia On this…
Poem I’M THE LAD 6 Feb 201726 Feb 2017 I am the lad Who always has a sense of déjà vu in every vortex. I am the febrile child of Providence; My fame is pinioned, Not in the allure…
Poem The Story 2 Feb 201726 Feb 2017 I told the Moon about a beauty, A dame whose beauty is beyond expression, It understood me, The moon was faithful albeit blind, The sunshine threw its hat away, My…