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Author of 'Three to Eight - a take on short poetry' published Sept'25
their other place
they meet half-way
Kings Cross, noon arrivals
she all bounce, eyes never still,
they walk, fast talk to nearest pub
her face, his smile, real, their hands too
last trains ran to, a touch of lips
big city sigh, well met these two
#vss365 #amwriting verse fiction
their other place
they meet half-way
Kings Cross, noon arrivals
she all bounce, eyes never still,
they walk, fast talk to nearest pub
her face, his smile, real, their hands too
last trains ran to, a touch of lips
big city sigh, well met these two
#vss365 #amwriting verse fiction
truth ached, what once
was weakened, broken
young hearts long taken
secrets held, lost, untold
#vss365 #amwriting short #poetry
truth ached, what once
was weakened, broken
young hearts long taken
secrets held, lost, untold
#vss365 #amwriting short #poetry
not all have you as I do, or me
as you, to heal, to mend, restore
faith in, in being, giving, feeling
Open a door to your inner self
without fear of slamming in your
face, so perfect, even with a tear
shed knowing, not knowing you
#vss365 #amwriting #poetry
not all have you as I do, or me
as you, to heal, to mend, restore
faith in, in being, giving, feeling
Open a door to your inner self
without fear of slamming in your
face, so perfect, even with a tear
shed knowing, not knowing you
#vss365 #amwriting #poetry
pain a demon’s twist
beauty bared for taking
scars lie deep and weeping
soul left on the bedpost
body sold be done quick
#vss365 #amwriting #poetry
pain a demon’s twist
beauty bared for taking
scars lie deep and weeping
soul left on the bedpost
body sold be done quick
#vss365 #amwriting #poetry
the door he kicked in scorched
the bathroom window breathed flames
its smashed glass on the floor
he bore the pain of clinging fingers
his shirt burnt off his back
she gasped as hosed water soaked them
he didn’t make a sound
#vss365 #amwriting short #poetry
the door he kicked in scorched
the bathroom window breathed flames
its smashed glass on the floor
he bore the pain of clinging fingers
his shirt burnt off his back
she gasped as hosed water soaked them
he didn’t make a sound
#vss365 #amwriting short #poetry
as if the moment too much
as if surreal, as if the breathing
presence of the other enough
the hand of each touch, lips move
one ‘Hello’ become two, as if an
echo of the other
#poem #poetrycommunity
as if the moment too much
as if surreal, as if the breathing
presence of the other enough
the hand of each touch, lips move
one ‘Hello’ become two, as if an
echo of the other
#poem #poetrycommunity