Poetry

Like most poets, I have always had a love of words and written poetry since childhood. Writing is a form of self expression, a declaration of deep heart-felt joy, pain and even healing as the process of writing is cathartic. Poetry is as personal to the poet as it is to the person reading the poem, so interpret the words and meaning behind them as you will, for if a particular poem speaks to you in a certain way and touches your soul, I will consider it to have been a success.

Apr 29, 2020

Touched by...

Touched by...

“Touched by some indefinite romance, cool and deep” Today upon a walk to Little Venice I encountered the previous home of Alexander Herzen, marked by a blue plaque on a stately building. Not

Apr 28, 2020

Nothing is Written

Nothing is Written

The Turk said ‘geography is destiny’ and even though I believe those words and in a God who has the final say, perhaps by moving here through a harrowing journey of a thousand

Apr 24, 2020

Friday Afternoon

Friday Afternoon

I sit cross-legged on the couch cradling a cup of tea as the sunlight lies stretched across the living room floor The world spins on its own course Nothing is certain now all

Apr 24, 2020

Observing the Scenery

Observing the Scenery

My recent post about observing our surroundings, got me thinking about this poem, so I will share it here. It is quite old but was written when I lived in a small town

Apr 10, 2020

Dum Spiro Spero

Dum Spiro Spero

I draw the curtains on a different world the one I once knew is lost The light is soft There is a strange, quiet that pervades the city and all over the world

Apr 7, 2020

Consolation

Consolation

We can no sooner control our fate than we can the elements the currency of our free will has been spent and we are left alone with our desperate longing. A dark night