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 .
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
I should believe in beauty through my dreams. The new year bells toll blithely through the hours After midnight; so I can share my screams. I'll make you happy, since the noise empowers Your lusty strength.