Scribbles from me to you

My poetry & prose



#NaPoWriMo2017 #18 – random line generator

When does the quaint hope enhance the hour? I went to bed last night, at an unusually early hour Not sure I would wake up Visions of the 1950s Cold war hysteria Crowded my sleep Warmongers here Warmongers there The... Continue Reading →

Brain drain

I am not a poet I am an idiot Simply writing down While I frown Thoughts in my brain Which steadily drain From within my soul On this paper to pool


Am I really a poet? Or merely writing down The wonderings of a meandering mind, That twists and turns And hops and skips Like a stone skimmed over water?   Or is this what a poet is – One who... Continue Reading →

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