Paula Puddephatt Poems

magenta stains
upon jet-black

soothed by amethyst skies
...

distant gaze

golden haze
of emotions
...

so quietly
she cries
herself to sleep
again
...

all of my life
I've been assured
that so-and-so
this person that person
...

the so-called 'friends'
the so-called 'family'

this life full of lies
...

I need to demonstrate a skill.

None of my poems fit the bill.
...

I felt real again
briefly
in touch and part of this world
when optimism dropped in
...

the tinge
the singe
the orange syringe
of
...