Sailing to windward
but a tear-drop
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Sailing to windward Poems
If thoughts were carried on scented winds And prayers were caught by candle light,
((O)) Wrist tag, toe tag
At birth, a tag on the wrist generates a list of places one may roam.
What's expected of this thing called hope; is it a medicine; is it just smoke? Merely a screen - perhaps a misty haze, to sweeten our journey around life’s maze?
Her warm teary breath fogs the mirror glass as she tries to fix her face to pass the coming frantic wave of hands.
(0) Gone Green
Ages ago, he converted to envy
(0) Me First
I am left behind In constant state of catching Up flies another target And I miss
When I Go (message from my mother to my ...
When I’m gone, I will be quiet as a mouse; My scent upon the pillow still, But I will have left the house.
(0) Pity the pen
The temple siren calls, deep within his walls stirring in his isolation, a need for expression and creation. Reaching for notelets, grabbing at memorets and pigeon holes, his hands slide and his memory glides,
(*) The hat that fits
The hat that fits the head that shakes knows not the warmth that nodding makes. The shirt worn on the back that turns knows not the joy that friendship earns.
It was a glorious day in Padstow; A real seaside bucket and spade day. We strolled the little Cornish port in sunshine, Wifey and girls in search of arty bargains
(0) Passing tissues
We pass each other a tissue of lies With which to dry reptilian tears It seemed it was forever thus.
In community lies strength of numbers. to support the sick and the weak. In community somebody hears me, with louder voices to speak
Rope tricks and Lighthouses
Cinnamon coloured slingbacks dangle from her fingers, as she searches the tide line for discarded gems. A warm steady breeze whispers somewhere offshore, but she turns her head in fear of sandy eyes.
(*) Missing, Presu...
Not for you, those cold clothes woven of worry and made ragged with regret. You lived your final hours fearlessly, as if becalmed, with a whole life yet to fetch that other shore.
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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((0)) Faith, rocks and other rainbows
were carried on scented winds
were caught by candle light,
was found under seaside rocks
fell ripe from honey trees,
was kept afloat, gliding,
in a green canoe,
and fish knew
our given names
and how to let us go,
and if life
was more than a teardrop
to a smile
and if wars were fought
with lollipops and laughter
and our children
would we still need
those 'good books'
and rainbows in the sky?