NaPoWriMo – Page 7

Turn it down

Day 3 of NaPoWriMo and here is poem number 3 – part rant, part poem & hastily pulled together between day job, visit to the hairdresser and daily commute. Turn it down The world is full of people so loud you wouldn’t believe how they invade my space with their hundred decibel voices like foghorns

On Meditation

Day Two of NaPoWriMo and here’s poem number two. It is especially for my dearest Rachel who thinks I can only write depressing things. I have always liked the idea of meditation but have never been able to empty my mind sufficiently to do it successfully. Maybe I’ll try doing this. I do have a recurring dreamContinue reading “On Meditation”

For Michael

I dreamed again of the last time I saw you, that summer’s afternoon long ago. You had grown since you last wore those trousers, too short now. Hair cut to reveal fine features, your plump child’s face gone. You were a heartbreaker.