Category Archives: Poems

The storm rages on within and without, throwing up jetsam and flotsam that remains unexplored on the sand.

I want to drift peacefully away on a wave, to be carried home to you.

I looked for you in the depths of windswept valleys, in the mists of silent nights, in the corners of my favourite room in the colour of gossamer kites. You sit opposite me, smile, talk, laugh, live, You are there, … Continue reading →

The wind was a corpse sprawling the cosmos. Stillness was the sentry  on the mouth of hell. The sun, the all-light, knew seaweeds, and morass, and stones and brimstones, and all things monstrous and gruesome had cornered the world. Darkness … Continue reading →

Take me for your own, You’ve nothing to lose. I’m guaranteed -  Flaws in me that you may find are repairable. I’m replaceable too. The discretion is yours. If at a point in time you dislike my words,  my attitudes, my actions,  … Continue reading →

There is a fulfillment of need with her, I said,  More than I could ever give. Sensible and patient, I assured you, With more direction than I could ever hope to achieve. A simple, caring person No flamboyance or show. … Continue reading →

This other face of fear, what gave Altamira it’s bisons, is how man caves into his brain in a frenzied release of the animal. This need to stoke a shallow-fingered dream in kilns of caustic color has to do, perhaps, … Continue reading →

Another night dark and quiet. The sounds of the retiring city permeating the darkness. The pain of the day now seeps into my tired body. Loneliness knocks on the bedroom door, despite the people gathered. Restless minds, no concentration. Slowly … Continue reading →

The sun that breaches the horizon,curling out over the landscapein tendrils out of momentousness,means we can return, turn over,be turned, take a turn, turn away.I open my eyes and the dancershave left the hall.The floor, whichseemed made for this, is … Continue reading →

A cluttering of landscapes The mind in the dream of a mind Trains of promises building steam and the fires burn on. Rivers unbroken on an ubroken plain I struggle with options A flash of light on a mockingbird wing … Continue reading →