like a custard cream
dipped into a cup of tea
this poem –
has fell apart.
I made this whilst taking a break from writing dialogue. I thought it was quite funny.
If you’re looking for a quick read, why not check out Killing Time in NYC.
Take it easy everyone,
Paul
clouded by dank fog
guided by wailing gulls
a ship clears the storm.
This was originally posted on my twitter @PaulWritesPoems without title or artwork. The original image was captured on the Northumberland coast in June 2020.
The flame glows brightly
a memory of life lost
burning out too fast.
Curb your inner voice
it speaks in hateful language
always love yourself
Lightning pierces sky
wounding with crazed cruel intent
Thunder gives applause.
a calm lake quivers
seduced by the moon’s soft kiss
telling ripples rise.
we weave through life’s obstacles
like wind through bamboo
trying not to get whipped by branches
but often getting caught in the leaves.
we live in paper houses
stained at the edges
the poison crept in slowly
tainting the foundations.
futures prepared
in classrooms, age 14
life’s lessons are harsh.
