Spring's in a hurry

with luminescent hair, she came downing all over transparencies, streams and dreams scattering... petal after petal and pedal after pedal, the bicycling the rotation of the flowers,

Ambition

A response to: “We’re all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars…” – Oscar Wilde. The Gutter was real, but Stars were my muse;

Afternoon In The Park

I come to the park where no-one’s around The bell chimes two in the echoing town Still it seems to me that chaos is near Above, in the sound of the birds I hear.

The Morning Bus

I always sit a few rows behind you. You definitely notice me now. We share a journey, this silent intimacy most mornings, 7.17 till 7.47. No-one in your life sees you like this.

EQUILIBRIUM

EQUILIBRIUM For every person who dies, possibly An equal number are born Nature’s way of creating equilibrium Equalizing those who die & are born Same applies to flora and fauna

WINDOW

WINDOW Car window House window Old New Broken Plastered Coloured Plain Wooden framed Silver & golden edges All are windows Some are open and others closed How about window dressing

ON THE OTHER SIDE

ON THE OTHER SIDE A shy, bright sun Boldly coming out Clouds engulfing and a shy Sun struggling to come out On the other side Water, trickling down the hill Water, plenty of it gushing

The Thatched Hut

I used to be a magic man, one who could be happy in a jail, who could see a road through the world's walls, and show others how to drive through it just fine But they like their walls,
Cherry

Triptych 1

An irreverent, realist construct painted with the linseed of memory and the pigment of pain.

Let me not sugar

you with the flow of love, lust upon your bushes of hair... toss all caution to the wind and slice my hands as though I were cutting thin air... do not say that you love me

Pages