There are so many simple things in life that cost nothing but give me pleasure that I need to focus on and be mindful of... Sitting under my fishing umberella, or in a tent, on a warm still summmer day when it is raining hard but there is no wind so I am cosy and… Continue reading Small Pleasures… Part 1
The other side of an evening of tango is when it goes wrong. I try to be philosophical about these times but... well in this case I waxed poetic: Mournful beat of a heart that is not mine,Alone in the crowded room, Packed tight among the writhing crush,Ungainly steps faltering, clashingDiscord among harmonyA dodgem amidst the waltz. Despite feeling so smallThere is nowhere to hide!
I have no previous as a poet - in fact I am not sure that this is poetry at all but I was describing the rain covered window and it seemed quite neat so here it is: Rain on the pane, Races its track. Stoic drops in its wake. Markers of moments. Of pause and… Continue reading Scribblings… Part 1