Poet Introduction I love beautiful imagery painted with the sleekest of words. Subtle, witty, descriptive verses are my favourite. Poetic discipline and control both have parts to play; as do regular visits I make to the gorgeous ink shop .
My sadness tells me he'll find me again; I will not hear him coming; I'll be blind; With his deafening grip, I must remain Captive in his quiet care, until I find A way that I can free some dissonance To disassociate myself;
When sitting on a stone bench in spring sun I find I should look forward to the year; But I look back and think how we've begun To move apart and separate - a tear Can slide unnoticed down forgotten cheeks