After You Were Gone

after you were gone your presence manacled my soul and lingered long on the streets of my conscience caught on desolate fields of loneliness silence and tears remembered

Unwritten Song

a song I once dreamed about still stirs in my bosom a tender, touching song radiant as the rose, solemn as the wind in the wings of love dancing on the breast of night when love first met

Your Name

I've carved your name deep in my memory that you live in the depth of my soul I've engraved it in my unpublished thoughts to adorn the pages of my life I've thawed your name in my veins

In Her Memory

she has been many years dead yet he kept her picture on the wall left her rocking chair by the fireside dressed her bed every morning and reserved her seat at the dinning table

Nostalgia

if home was a bunch of pictures neatly would I wrap them beneath my armpit if the Volta at home was a drop of liquid I would bottle enough for my suitcase and if the mounts

About Daddy (3)

Mom and I were daddy's alter egos, so to speak; therefore, we probably...

Washed By Greys

Sight washed with greys obscuring the colour

Poetry

4 June 2007 After the storm, my mind cleared. And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north. running quartz crystals through a blender. sand through your engines.

NIGHT NIGHT AUNTIE MABEL

"Sally! Wrap this bandage round Mr Homey's wrist, it's cut really deep!" "Yes, Auntie Mabel," I obeyed.

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