Paula Puddephatt Poems

Slice of bread hits duck,

Who looks at us,
...

She's jaded and nobody understands.

They're afraid to humour or indulge her.
...

if I stuff my head full
of poetry
song lyrics
Tweets
...

tonight
a woman's
raven black tears
falling
...

Each tree has
so many branches, twigs and leaves,
each of which is a true
religion, denomination,
...

can I just admit that
sometimes
I don't know what to say
where to start
...

all but one
of the bouquet
of flowers
have drooped
...

I hold the pain inside.
It breaks my heart and mind
and will not be denied,
diluted or defined
...

Meet their disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing ways.
They would oh-so-love to humour her,
but it really never pays.
...