Submissions by Lozzamus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I compare poetry to painting, believing that I lack any drawing/painting skills but believing my imagination and training in writing has enabled me to transfer my love of visual art to the written word
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2019 8:55pm
3rd Aug 2019 8:55pm
Bonfire Night
Fireworks, like a marching drumbeat
Permeate the autumn night
Hissing and sizzling
Whistling
Filling the sky with bright colours
Pink
Purple
Sounds
A cannon
A waterfall
A display of lightning and thunder
And then stillness
Midnight
Permeate the autumn night
Hissing and sizzling
Whistling
Filling the sky with bright colours
Pink
Purple
Sounds
A cannon
A waterfall
A display of lightning and thunder
And then stillness
Midnight
#winter
#night
88 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Jul 2019 8:45pm
27th Jul 2019 8:45pm
Lonely Reflections
Nights are bad, some worse than others. Tonight, she can't sleep. She longs for the summer, for the stillness of remote countryside, for the court case to end and the media interest to cease. Tomorrow, she will appear as a witness for the Prosecution.
The wind enters the bedroom through a crack in the windowsill, wintry like ice, freezing her hands and toes. Outside, a sprinkling of rain has turned to snow, grey and cheerless like the February sky.
Tonight, she keeps seeing it: the dark echoing space of the abandoned warehouse, the outline of soggy boxes visible only...
The wind enters the bedroom through a crack in the windowsill, wintry like ice, freezing her hands and toes. Outside, a sprinkling of rain has turned to snow, grey and cheerless like the February sky.
Tonight, she keeps seeing it: the dark echoing space of the abandoned warehouse, the outline of soggy boxes visible only...
#childhood
#scary
#memories
110 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2019 7:30pm
23rd Jul 2019 7:30pm
The Hungarian Dance
A stately opening
The Court gathers
A violin plays
Cantor’s lament
Harmonic minor
Souls that long
Dreamers, seers
Invisible tears
The music switches
Slow to quick
The Court dances
The end
Next dance, please
The Court gathers
A violin plays
Cantor’s lament
Harmonic minor
Souls that long
Dreamers, seers
Invisible tears
The music switches
Slow to quick
The Court dances
The end
Next dance, please
#music
#dance
81 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jul 2019 9:38pm
18th Jul 2019 9:38pm
The Conveyor Belt And The Mind
Thoughts pass along a conveyor belt
Restless, unending
Important thoughts, things to do
Nagging worries
Insignificant conversations from the past
Imaginary hurts, unresolved conflicts
Even during sleep, the thoughts continue
Taking on a life of their own
Scenarios that don’t always make sense
Fiction and fact blending
Restless, unending
Important thoughts, things to do
Nagging worries
Insignificant conversations from the past
Imaginary hurts, unresolved conflicts
Even during sleep, the thoughts continue
Taking on a life of their own
Scenarios that don’t always make sense
Fiction and fact blending
#anxiety
114 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2019 10:19pm
12th Jul 2019 10:19pm
When Thoughts Are Enough
a man and a woman walk through sand dunes
alone, with the whisper of the sea nearby
companions, neither speaking
the evening sun settles on the water, a mysterious glow,
a dying fire painting the sky scarlet and magenta
the couple reach a footpath and walk back to the town,
silent still
another summer day
alone, with the whisper of the sea nearby
companions, neither speaking
the evening sun settles on the water, a mysterious glow,
a dying fire painting the sky scarlet and magenta
the couple reach a footpath and walk back to the town,
silent still
another summer day
#love
#beach
#nature
80 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Jul 2019 10:36pm
9th Jul 2019 10:36pm
All In My Head, Blood Poisoning And Delirium (True Life)
All details imagined due to dangerously high temperature:
I'm not dying - but I've done something terrible. Now I must spend the next ten years in a secure psychiatric Unit seventy miles away from London. I don't know where the Unit is exactly or who the staff are.
I keep searching for the staff but can only find a couple of them. It's strange how the security guard looks like the man who lives above my flat in Palmers Green. Also, the hospital grounds look strangely familiar too almost like the London North Circular. Yet, I'm seventy miles away from London.
...
I'm not dying - but I've done something terrible. Now I must spend the next ten years in a secure psychiatric Unit seventy miles away from London. I don't know where the Unit is exactly or who the staff are.
I keep searching for the staff but can only find a couple of them. It's strange how the security guard looks like the man who lives above my flat in Palmers Green. Also, the hospital grounds look strangely familiar too almost like the London North Circular. Yet, I'm seventy miles away from London.
...
#illness
95 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2019 9:11pm
3rd Jul 2019 9:11pm
Sunset In Highgate Wood
streams of sunlight rest in the trees
peeping out from behind ancient branches
a mysterious glow that paints the grass
before ebbing away
a summer mist
another sunset
peeping out from behind ancient branches
a mysterious glow that paints the grass
before ebbing away
a summer mist
another sunset
#silence
#nature
101 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jun 2019 9:47pm
28th Jun 2019 9:47pm
Twilight
fading sounds
the tide retreats
a lull in the distance
the shore is empty
shells along the sand
each alone
a few broken
an evening breeze
the temperature drops
the sun sets
night
silence
the tide retreats
a lull in the distance
the shore is empty
shells along the sand
each alone
a few broken
an evening breeze
the temperature drops
the sun sets
night
silence
#sea
#nature
191 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Jun 2019 10:53pm
22nd Jun 2019 10:53pm
A Concert Pianist Trapped In The Past, North London 2002
Manchester
Buildings ressembling cashew nuts. A church spire, matching in colour. A hill. I float restlessly, down the hill, past the brown-reddish buildings.
The people have come for me. After all these years, they've tracked me down to London. They find me in the front room of a house.
My home.
It's over.The ringleader strikes me across the face. A backhander. It's years since anyone did that.
They leave. Or, at least, I think they do. Nothing seems certain anymore.
A few houses down, people sit in a square or a circle, praying.
Afterwards, these...
Buildings ressembling cashew nuts. A church spire, matching in colour. A hill. I float restlessly, down the hill, past the brown-reddish buildings.
The people have come for me. After all these years, they've tracked me down to London. They find me in the front room of a house.
My home.
It's over.The ringleader strikes me across the face. A backhander. It's years since anyone did that.
They leave. Or, at least, I think they do. Nothing seems certain anymore.
A few houses down, people sit in a square or a circle, praying.
Afterwards, these...
#anxiety
#violence
#insomnia #PTSD
#insomnia #PTSD
121 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jun 2019 9:08pm
21st Jun 2019 9:08pm
A Rocky Terrain
from the mountain ledge
one sees a golden ball
setting in the distance
a myriad of colours
the dusk sun
ready to sleep
silent music
the end of the day
majestic but mystical
summer heights
one sees a golden ball
setting in the distance
a myriad of colours
the dusk sun
ready to sleep
silent music
the end of the day
majestic but mystical
summer heights
#countryside
#nature
#meditation
139 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2019 00:08am
15th Jun 2019 00:08am
Light In The Cottage
the guests have arrived
they wait with their drinks
a roast dinner cooks
a late evening treat
an open doorway lets in a whisper of light
rich and golden, a taste of dusk
the glow settles close the hearth
illuminating the copper and brass
warming the room, welcoming the guests
the bell rings
“Dinner is served”
they wait with their drinks
a roast dinner cooks
a late evening treat
an open doorway lets in a whisper of light
rich and golden, a taste of dusk
the glow settles close the hearth
illuminating the copper and brass
warming the room, welcoming the guests
the bell rings
“Dinner is served”
#friendship
#home
103 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jun 2019 8:55pm
12th Jun 2019 8:55pm
The Magic Of Music
music, sound that lives
each note has a pulse of its own
one colour
character that vibrates
an identity
a sound
a pebble in a well
echoing before vanishing into silence.
each note has a pulse of its own
one colour
character that vibrates
an identity
a sound
a pebble in a well
echoing before vanishing into silence.
#music
98 reads
4 Comments
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