#poetryfreeverse
When I think of writing poetry
I think of Sylvia Plath
And W.B. Yeats
Of Ted Hughes
And Frida Kahlo
And Picasso…
When we were…
and then again…
and so forth…
Hummingbirds
Llamas, and more llamas
And ever more birds…
Creatures of every variety
When the sun rises on this
Vast river of life
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
Harmony justifies…
The onward march of time
The warblers and dragonflies
The ants and twinspots
We are not just forgetful
We write poetry about
The forgotten…
Harmony justifies!
And so sullen
I was at daybreak
And so enchanted
I was at dusk
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
Note well
For this is my time to be who I am
And the danger of looking backward
Is at an end
Don’t harp on about
Alligators, and poisonous lizards
For we are free to be,
Just be
Asterisk, mark my place
And untold stories
Be ******
In the un-telling
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 6:45 AM UTC
In between the twilight
And the breaking of dawn
I hide in the shadows of
night
Robin Goodfellow
Does all his work at
night
Robin, also known as Puck -
is my alter-ego -
A figure of the shadows
And farmhouses
And as the new dawn breaks
I disappear
Like a vampire dies
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 6:43 AM UTC
Africa! Africa!
The heart never leaves you – Africa! Africa!
Africa – the heartbeat
Africa – the song of doves
Africa – the roar of lions
Vast plains and raging rivers – Africa! Africa!
The heart never leaves you.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC