Poetry as a clothesline
Poet, you — bring me sun- stretched words as summer-muslin bed-sheets drying on a clothesline Poet, you — pledge me night- words delight me darkly as a buttercup rewards the […]
Poet, you — bring me sun- stretched words as summer-muslin bed-sheets drying on a clothesline Poet, you — pledge me night- words delight me darkly as a buttercup rewards the […]
Earth When seeds awaken, gently from the warmth of spring, I’m cradled in your growth, in arms of verdant strength, from soil, from deep below your breath’s a symphony, the […]
My love is not a butterfly or rose, she’s neither soft as silk nor summer’s breeze, no goddess ever wore such dreadful clothes and if she sings I’ll plead “Oh […]
You’re my chili for a chilly day with cinnamon in season; your ginger is the reason — why I stay. You stir my stew with thyme and sage and spice […]
I walked past the department store where a lorry crashed on April 7, and suddenly my mind is filled with what-ifs and whys and hows. I still remember how we […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff