People are living vessels, Novels being constantly written, Each and every one. From time to time I ponder upon The idea that these people passing me by Are existing within their very own microcosms, Worlds within worlds. And these surround each host Like a strange, organic plasma field, Invisible to our eyes But certainly, vivid … Continue reading Microcosmic Existence
Every time I come here to this place, my mind is overcome by a number of dreams. Spontaneous in nature, and completely unplanned are the moments that take over as I take the passengers seat. I'm not sure why, but maybe I do this too often. Sometimes it concerns feathers, when I sit in a … Continue reading Second Vision
The sky is full of sun today The great blue has been diluted And all the colour in the world Has been highlighted, As shadows lurk behind And await their hour too. -Sun-Touched Muse, N
"Write, write", you say. "But I cannot, not today. My mood has faded into the grey" "I do not care! Write about nature, The stars, or the cat" "But I can't , I can't don't you see, I am lost in vacancy." "Now you're being silly, This is supposed to be your job. You can … Continue reading Raining Letters
Tea is a magical drink. Each flavour provides many outcomes. With peppermint you feel refreshed and filled with peace. Green tea, one sip, and you become alert and revitilised, Before setting out into the garden to breathe in Morning nature and study lively birds chatter. Black tea is of a special kind though, Many cups … Continue reading Thinking about Tea
Victorian Glass House, Botanic 15-6-19 The Victorian glass house, stands amidst the modern city. Old and time-worn, it appears it may shatter at the slightest touch. Storing some of the worlds most exotic plants, the heat resides within at all times, like an 18th century greenhouse. The warmth and residue rise up into the air … Continue reading Victorian Treasure
A morning routine The complusive obsession, Brush my teeth, wash my face With that specific cleanser. I need to be quick, Shower my hair, then hide it in The towel that's always too big But whatever. I walk with small, calculated steps, I don't want the house to wake just yet. Down the stairs, I … Continue reading Morning’s Ripping at the Seams
I wrote a short story once, about a man that had come into the café I had often went to have my coffee. This café was the exception, they had always got my order right, and I found the classical music not so bad, it was soothing. It was still early, and not quite eleven. … Continue reading Soft Light, and its Embers
In that room, the air was quite stale I beheld the doctor's cove, that looked over fifty years old. The blinds hung down in an off-colour white With a desk and a floor that wasn't quite right. So many papers, documents and notes, And a box-shaped computer older than us both. A medicinal smell washed … Continue reading “Hello Good Doctor”
A6 Paper, 1hour. A streetview of Commercial Court Yesterday I had time in the city to do things in which I normally couldn't if someone else were with me, such as writing in a café until I had it finished to my liking, view the art and read about controversial artists in the gallery nearby, … Continue reading One Hour, A6 Paper and Pen
