Clouds chasing dancing moon-beams
call out to play your dreams
to dance with stars that glitter and shine.
saddest of all
...
Perched on a chair
wearing a short tight dress
she nodded,
smiled
...
There is something timeless
about the creak of the chair.
As he rests his bottom there.
Strums his guitar.
...
Poems published in Poetry Ireland, Riposte, Womans Works, Womans Way, Poetry Now(England) I Participate in open mics.Been writing since 1981.I have done quite a few workshops.)
Moon-Dreams.
Clouds chasing dancing moon-beams
call out to play your dreams
to dance with stars that glitter and shine.
saddest of all
they can never be mine.