Thoughts on the lake

Scattered stone all alone - along the lakeside. A backdrop of hills, an natural beauty of strength and security with forbidding stone decor to surpass your own crumbled history. The overbearing trees the only allusion of a roof, to a once loved home? Once a site to behold, now the tourist flashes ignore you, a… Continue reading Thoughts on the lake

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The Wall

I sat down with the wall, two beings uniquely connected yet disconnected all the same, the distance of the table between us stretching for an age an unsolvable gap? That's what we're here to find out; to discuss the familiar topics, repeat the old conversations, to try yet again to understand one another without either… Continue reading The Wall

The Tsunami

It always comes back to this, doesn't it?  Mascara stained sheets with arms reddened and scratched to bits.  What started it off?  My mind is lost.  A tsunami of thoughts crushing the walls of stability that hold my mind at peace.  I've refrained from sharing something so honest for a little while because I found… Continue reading The Tsunami

I feel sad (personification)

I feel sad for the Daffodills blooming in their box on a shelf, confined to the supermarket walls never to be delicately placed in a vase never to complete a table, or bring a smile to a face lightened by the spring sun. I wonder, do they feel?   I feel sad for the birthday… Continue reading I feel sad (personification)

A new question in the New Forest

The tree stands on its own, branches high and wide, with a broad twisted trunk slightly leaning to the side.   The tree has no friends around, no such nature of its type, only a few weeds litter the marshy ground, for it is far from ripe.   So how did the tree find itself… Continue reading A new question in the New Forest

A good hypocrite but a bad poet

"Beach body ready in 6 weeks!"    Scream the adverts attacking my eyes, with the image of a rippling torso displaying the ideal guy and for the girls? A flat stomach to compliment the abs displayed to the left and lets not forget the ladies' perfect chest. Why is one frame suitable for sand and sun?… Continue reading A good hypocrite but a bad poet