Spiritual

Idol Worship

Idol Worship Polished ebony, chiseled, tooled and beautiful Finely detailed, carved by a knowing hand. A wondrous figurine, apt for adoration.

On the wings of youth

Mayfly if ever an angel be It was you and me Pirouetting in the air so free Above a cobweb lea If ever a child had azure blue wings As blue as a periwinkle sky

Train From Minsk

An Anzala Fahsha Mystery

slit wrist sky

Beneath slit wrist sky scampers the empty wretch. Hunting down a Rothko Door between black-void alleys. Foul stench pools of blood fleck his grime embroidered rags and dregs of thought. Clicks

Abstract with love V 2.2

Still mucking about with this one.

An Indian's Lament

The plains once wild & strong, Are scarred, cut deep with roads.

The Mulberry Bush

Counting out an abacus of small conceits on the chains of broken out beasts
Poem of the week

One Driver Escaped Uninjured

the clink of glasses striking a tinder heart

Growing up competition entry -

The Lil Flame 30th October morning, a friend sends this lil girl a greeting, Of profound significance, of greater meaning... It reads: In matters of style, swim with the current,

Project on Meditation – Day 3

Believing in God, believing in you Believing in science…whichever is right!