Ouch! A nasty fall!
Such an awful trip!
Poor bruised knee
and blood, drip, drip.
A blue and blooming bruise,
a loose tooth you didn’t chip; 53 more words
3 days, 5 hours
For the third time this summer…
closer to earth,
closer to man,
fuller and fatter
than the seas.
See her grave face… 105 more words
6 days, 23 hours
The lull before the storm.
The port before the call.
The knowledge of defeat.
The spirit’s downward fall.
A gradual repair.
A jigsaw in the round. 41 more words
1 week, 1 day
Today’s the day, today’s the day they die. In every line, carved anguish on fine-boned faces, in bowed heads, 118 more words
1 week, 3 days
He was a swine of the first order,
called himself a teacher,
– couldn’t teach a truffle –
claimed to give constructive comments
…they were swill. 9 more words
1 week, 4 days
Polly at Croome
The shoe rack now has the two poems installed – finally the ‘ribbon’ was made and printed with many thanks to First Paige in St John’s who did a great job. 111 more words
1 week, 6 days
You put your name on the tablet of time
and wonder where the years went.
You remember the people you worked alongside
and remember the ones who were spent. 61 more words