Scribbles from me to you

My poetry & prose



Day 9 NaPoWriMo 2022

Asleep on my cushion, I'm dreaming Of chasing birds, balls and bottles! Of long walks with scents galore My feet kick out e'er more I outgrow bedding, Coats, toys and all My name sounds Good boy Max I thought I’d... Continue Reading →

Day 8 NaPoWriMo 2022

Sun rises on a new day -tree branches creakin dawn's cool breezeand we birds fill the airwith our song of joy:a clarion call to the worldto give voice to our thanks,our hopes and dreamsof a good day to come This... Continue Reading →

Day 7 NaPoWriMo 2022

All is well that ends well What a load of tripe! It begs the belief (misbegotten) that what's in the past Is of no matter now If results are favourable War is forgivable then So long as peace results? Abusers... Continue Reading →

Day 6 NaPoWriMo 2022

The lives that we leadwind along a ofttimes confusing routewas it ever just a simple path?a question I often ask myselftorrent of images invading my headof things left undone or unsaiddarkness descends on the day just pastamong the stars my... Continue Reading →

Day 5 NaPoWriMo 2022

Why don't you see dragons anymore? Beacuse we don't want you to Every time you see us You have this compulsion to stab and kill All we want is to be left in peace A comfy bed and a bite... Continue Reading →

Day 4 NaPoWriMo 2022

Turn the tap on, just a tiny bit And watch the first trickle of words Roll and plop into the bowl Run them through your fingers Feeling them burst apart and reform Into new words and forms Perhaps this will... Continue Reading →

Day 3 NaPoWriMo 2022

The dew of the morning    Sunk chill on my brow— It felt like the warning    Of what I feel now. When We Two Parted, George Gordon Byron The dampness pervades Puckering my skin Against the cold light of... Continue Reading →

Day 2 NaPoWriMo 2022

This bitter afterwinter should not surprise Coming as it does after March's Ides And yet... and still... we dare to dream Of soft, warm days that caress our skin With rays of light in gentle perfumed breeze The catkins sing... Continue Reading →

always there

Self doubt, self worry Self inflicted, adopted Unjustified, unwanted But everpresent and growing At the back of every thought, every breath is I'm just not good enough I'm paranoid, I'm afraid I'm a coward, I'm not strong enough The litany... Continue Reading →

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