alison-anne-thomas
Buckinghamshire
Been writing my own form of poetry ( in other words not that great!) for a lot of years. Have had deteriorating health over the last few years and have just moved into what the late greatly missed Sir Tel Wogan would have called " home for the bewildered". I'm into anything creative and and am hoping to have a more relaxed life now.
I don't like the Men I've met much,
In the way they dislike/hate us.
Why?
Too much Competion
Competition
Composition
Dogs and Cats
Are a lot
Healthier.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC
I never realised I was so
Naive
Until I stopped and counted my life in so many
Unfinished pictures
Like canvases that I 'd incompletely
Daubed, the perspectives so wrong
They almost looked right.
And I wished so hard I could be
Better and best
At this life in paints that could have been more
And could have been less.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Life spirals and twists.
Like a vortex of water
Escaping it's inevitable
Demise.
To watch as nature
Twists this liquid force
In both and opposite directions
Is a puzzle and a conundrum
In one.
Do these lives of ours
Drain inexplicably and carry
The future strands as mysterious
As is the past to us now.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
BEFORE
Long ago and misunderstood
I fell for a dream
That wouldn't let go.
Then I loosened my grasp
And jolted to earth,
But an earth
Made muddy
And soft with our tears.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC