DREAMS OF A LIFE

As a new day dawns and I open my eyes, I look upon a world in painless surprise. A smile creeps across my hopeful face as I lie in bed, my comfy place. A tentative move; a testing stretch but then comes a cough and my face is etched with pain, like a stalker in…

A BUTTERFLY’S DREAM

And so to bed, though once it was said that life is just an illusion. Well if that is so, then why, long ago, was my life such a whirl of confusion? A nightmare, a dream or so it would seem, could be life long ago on an endless stream. We are trapped in a…

PORTENTOUS PROGNOSIS

If Mother Nature could speak… I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders to be. I am sands and seas; a warm summer breeze blowing soft, whispered tunes…

DARK PANACEA

A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like echoes in dusty rafters. As you slowly subside, sinking way down low and you’re silently…

OH, MOTHER

Deep in the shrouding mists of time I search for your smiling face. Mother, tell me, where have you gone and why did you leave no trace? Who will now hold my trembling hand in the dark of the dawning night; the thunder; the rumble of terror on high and the flash of unholy light?…

THE BALLAD OF THE SKATEBOARDING ANT

If you’ve ever seen an ant go whizzing by faster than his friends and with goggles on his eye’s, then without a doubt, skidding through the plants, you’ve met my friend Albert, The skate-boarding ant. From the day he was born he was rushing around hither and thither, like a spring unwound. His mum would…

WHAT IF…

If day’s had been much brighter and the west wind far less biting, with paths sufficiently straighter and avoiding fruitless fighting. If clearer thoughts pervaded with our goals so set in stone, if the tyrants and dictators would just leave us all alone. If the drugs that you are feeding us, weren’t always quite so…

MADNESS?

Is it madness to want to speak to and smile at the people we meet on the streets, as we pass each other, our eyes to the ground, complaining on tired achy feet.   Is it madness for our children to play outside in the knowledge they won’t come to harm, that a stranger isn’t…