Creative… Poetry Corner: I Didn’t Ask for Yesteryear 13 Jan 2019 I didn’t ask for yesteryear, the objects of the past they seem so near Perhaps when I look back they are simply further than they appear What is it I…
Creative… Poetry Corner: The Ghosts of 9 Jan 20199 Jan 2019 The unexpected arrival of once thought forgotten memories The sometime gentle wafting strokes of once lost joy soothing todays brow Or the searing broken of betrayal that blackens every petal…
Creative… Poetry Corner: The Passing of Pitch and Toss 20 Dec 2018 The ghosts of the past they don’t talk to me much anymore Futures lost don’t write me with possibilities that could have been Today, it forgets me, a candle with…
Creative… Poetry Corner: What Was Once A Chore 6 Dec 2018 Doing not what was once a chore I look out over misty hills of nevermore The fire whines and cackles with no spell to cast Left behind the world that…
Creative… Poetry Corner: Charon Don’t Care 28 Nov 201828 Nov 2018 When the ferryman comes you better have the change in your hand There ain't no admittance to the poor man Old Charon don’t care about your demands and your old…
Creative… Poetry Corner: Maiden Name 2 Nov 20181 Nov 2018 Odd how the emails come in your maiden name Like the old days so many years ago Of course, now it’s not the same Tears have passed and the toll…
Creative… Poetry Corner: On Purpose 24 Sep 2018 Miles away in the present of the rain Drifting slowly from the consciousness I would say I have gone insane The ghosts that haunt me keep me company Old…
Creative… Poetry Corner: Isolation 19 Sep 2018 The isolation of confusion, The solitary of truth Our dimly lit existence I don’t know how much time is left Every second is a moment of forever And yet it…
Creative… Poetry Corner: A Second Takes Forever 12 Sep 2018 I’m lying here on the grass Just thinking of the time that’s past Wondering how to make hurt rhyme Taking up too much time And second feels like forever …
Creative… Poetry Corner: I Slipped …. Again 10 Aug 2018 The scream, the wail The hammer, the nail The pain, the shame I slipped …. Again Promise.
