They come or not,
These wretched words,
Like love or rain,
Incapable of ever being
Forced to be or made
When the elements
Aren't yet willing;
And I flail for them,
Mute and desperate,
Chasing my elusive
Starlings of the mind.
24th September 2016
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
