Poems

To Be A Child

I run from the quiet impressing hopes and dreams onto an old worn-out passport. Sure plans made of ink they sign my life away to no place in particular, whilst young pitter-patter feet, for greatness, will not, nor hope; yet they awake on silence ...anticipating the moment.

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Poems

Remembering Footsteps

The grass soft and prickly, running along train tracks. Soaring on two wheels, falling through the cracks. Sunlight peaks through leaves, piercing outer shells. Delightful squeals of laughter, spontaneous tales of old. Muted dusk the day after, quiet soles fall on the porch. Snuggle into bed, tucked tight;sweet dreams my child, sleep well, goodnight. cries the… Continue reading Remembering Footsteps

Poems

Bogged

My mind, like wheels go round and round, to cling to one false hope today, consistent rhythm bind and hound. My mind, like wheels, go round and round fly forth from axle, leap and bound do travel roads infused of May. My mind-like wheels go round and round to cling to one false, hope today!… Continue reading Bogged