As darkness spills its muddy shroud A time-thief comes with its head bowed To hide in shadows until such hour Where hands move minutes around the clock Like lacing stars […]
Adding memories forgotten and remembered To new boxes, old books or bags to get rid of Sending mementos and stories to some others Sorting and staring at stuff that was […]
FLAT, barren landscape void of colour When I rub exhausted eyes it’s what my brain sees Telling me that lack of sleep has stripped inner visions To lifeless forms and […]
(needs some work, but here it is for now…) It was a bright and clear sunny–sky day Warmth I’d dreamed of through Winnipeg’s winter I rolled down the windows of […]
Originally posted on From Bluerock: Through murky windows blink eyes twice to get some clarity The day outside for those who look is another world set free When work is…
This poem is about seeing yourself age, yet feeling youthful inside. It’s about seeing older generations and looking past their aging faces to their souls beneath the masks of old […]
