Underground space always alive. Awake. Laughter, clinking glasses, dancing heels the song of the sax chant of the cello pull of the piano. Each ever-moving body is clad, head to toe, in golds and silvers twinkling like stars, at night with every jig. Suit and tie are mandatory, here. Mystery is kept by smoky… Continue reading Copacabana NY (poem)
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Broken Compass (poem)
Lost and uncertain The space between a forgotten past and an elusive future grows. Thickens. Stretching across the black sea I'm surrounded. My boat drifts along the endless landscape of time. My clock, ticks. Is it this way, or that? I've long been alone, here. Broken compass shifts, with each passing tide. Am I… Continue reading Broken Compass (poem)
Avant-garde (poem)
Avant-garde: I’ve never really been one to do things the right way. The normal way. No. I break rules, not because I’m a rebel but because the rules just don’t suit me. Is that wrong? I’m sorry. I’ve always been so sorry, for being this way. But not anymore. I can’t keep apologising for feeling… Continue reading Avant-garde (poem)
New Woman (poem)
With all the new things that have happened to me, and the new clothes, new friends, new situations, I feel like I'm becoming a new woman, hence this poem... New Woman Who knew that a person could gain a new coat of paint? And that this paint had the power to change everything? Clad… Continue reading New Woman (poem)
“Welcome, Rain” – Poem
It's just a little rain, It does not instil pain. So why not refrain, From these inane, Notions, That the rain, Equals the mundane? Or bane? Or the arcane? Or storms and hurricane? Or a wane? Or that the windowpane, Weeps? Oh, no; how inhumane? It needn't stain, Or drain, Our happiness. Enjoy the chain,… Continue reading “Welcome, Rain” – Poem
