I've lost or forgotten many poems created on the spur of the moment.
Now Poemhunter is the drawer into which I'll throw my scribblings.
Have a rummage - if you find something you like, take it with you.
If you do - just leave a word or two.
But copyright is mine; -)
The sharp blade of her mind
Slips through the fabric of her life.
Shredded memories overlapped,
Overlaid and woven into
The wind of humanity washes over me
Tugging at my clothes
sucking the breath from my lungs.
I am a dish
Best served re-heated
Stepping out of time, it seemed,
The scene I saw was one I dreamed,
Or else some sacred, hidden key
Released a treasured memory.