My Hour 7 poem. Inspired by this piece of music I recorded back in March: Moonlight shines on the back of her neck suggesting muted colours, light textures a flowing arc I am intrigued, enchanted but keep a respectful distance This moment is a haven I am but a wanderer seeking sanctuary Yes, I may [...]
Seventh poem of the day. I am not so different I do want the same thing as everyone else— but on different terms That may be good enough or it may not so I hide I am not so different all of us are taught to hide I happen to be better at it (5 [...]
Seventh poem of the day. A sign of hope for a fresh start An indication of just how far I’ve fallen A little suggestion intended to be helpful The bottom of the barrel well and truly scraped A sidewalk discovery outside the café A small investment in an uncertain future A reminder that I need more [...]
