2016 Lunar eclipse covered by cloud | Perhentian Islands, Malaysia

The Lost Wings

The Lost Wings   I did not believe you when you insisted My wings were beautiful. In the water I have seen them reflected – And they were muddy as the river.   But you, how iridescent! Royal and purple, flashing in the dappled sun. Your wings are regal why are you going begging?   One day it dawned…

Beauty

It doesn’t matter what she looks like.  Nor her plumes  Not her shape, nor even her size.  Her age irrelevant her skin unrealised When she looks eye to eye and speaks her beauty blooms! For once her petals open it is discovered  Woman blossoms when she feels beloved. – Manly, Australia. I wrote this poem…

Peak District country lane | Peak District hiking | Peak District rambling

Superposition

Smile at me. And let us speak of mutual friends And ends that shouldn’t justify the means And hint at dreams that won’t stay still but bends And forks, and fogs, and determines. How have you played? I offer mine In time the stories become as one And between two meeting minds No line nor…