Scribbles from me to you

My poetry & prose



Haiku #3

Hands thrust into clay Buried deep, squirreled away Life's spent force subsumed

Haiku #2

Overhead birdsong calls Inside my thoughts are screaming Life's winter over soon


My head is a mash of ideas All churning and bubbling around One pops to the surface for an instant And is gone as it silently drowns Tiredness drains my batteries Every step or thought is a chore I feel... Continue Reading →


Have you ever been alone a crowd? Have you ever been in love ...but never been loved? Have you ever dreamt of happiness ...but woken with tears on your face? Have you ever been cruel ...but wanted to be... Continue Reading →

In the wrong place?

Blue river flows Just below the surface Fingers brush gently The choice life or death.

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