poetry is practical
a way to be

even short song
composing

delves deep
- our Humanity

Like good help
a smooth glide  is hard to find

that perfect pen that rolls
with  the flow

of your words and music
across the paper

to attract bird life plant a tree
hang food from its branches

sit by your favourite window
write your truth in poetry

let silence be a happy companion
as you listen to birdsong

By silent, dismal
Voids of gloom
Forever I will be consumed
And as she closes in
On closer
I cannot resist
Disclosure
There is no
Escape from this
Eclipsed by some
Innate abyss
A disposition
Dimly lit
An extra piece
That doesn’t fit
A can’t be fixed
Internal glitch
Off-switch
Beyond the reach
Adrift

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.

Piano notes drift in the
rainy evening,
like sadness from a
clock.
You were the color
in my dreams.
The paint on my
canvas.