Winter’s trumpet call A chilly blast A bit of a gale Plays havoc with the washing And I feel nothing Emptiness and apathy No fight in me Just pyjamas at noon And words on a page
Day: November 13, 2015
Last Night – a poem developed from some old haikus
Last Night Last night I watched Frayed threads of the horizon Unravel into dusk On a mission To stitch up night’s shadows Into a black velvet backdrop For an embrace Two moons face to face In between our lips An empty space Waiting to be filled By a kiss Image found on pics-about.space This is the […]
Another translation of a poem by Hermann Hesse
Rambler in Late Autumn Through a web of branches in the naked wood, The white of first snow falls from grey skies, And falls and falls. The world is full of silence! No leaves rustle, no birds in the trees, Only white and grey and silence, silence. ~ The rambler, too, who once wandered Through […]
writing in north norfolk 