House of Dreams

An experiental Villanelle. Tell me if it works for you...

Weight of love

His heart Became a crumpled Red poppy flower A slip knot Solipsism, thorn A barbed iron Slipping anchor On a day, Night had set sail. On a day, A sun must strum,

Pink raindrops

April in her crown of splendour Shows to heaven all her beauties-spoil Those clouds of pink-perfection Waver heavily bowed on bare earth Outside the church like confetti.

Sunspot shadows

Lead me love in sunspot shadows And let me bathe in there light Let me soothe in there sorrows Let me burn in there night Let me tease a violet flower And unveil a golden chalice

I'm Nigel

"Put the kettle on, Mother, I'm parched!"

The Last Waltz

The end of the dance...

"crunch, crunch crunch!"

a silly haiku

Penetrates

Penetrates (23rd October 2008, 10.07pm) Eyes demand answers, yet I have nothing to say; Wind sweeps words before me that I chase, disjointed, crazed; like leaves on the river,

My Evil

I’ve been hurt before And I’ve known love I’ve been alone And I’ve been sad After all the times I’ve been broken And all the times I’ve cried

Christmas Night

A bit early for Christmas but hey...

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