I wait below on this wire of missing you on the same side of barbed wire. You love her. I know very well you do Look deep down the stem to see. To love two, and only be with one. On the same side of…

the twisted tree is hit by the storm grandma forgets me but remembers the young sapling right outside her home she checks on it hourly but walks carelessly to her bed getting scrapes she asks me questions gives me names that she likes   the…

The mighty river flows along Spray rolling o’er the dam Babbling its own melodic song As gently as a lamb Spray rolling o’er the dam While kissing each rock and twig As gently as a lamb Nestled amid the fig While kissing each rock and…

To trim the fat on an old adage, nothing is simple nor is it savage, While time may change tastes And consumerism increases pace The winner is the one who adapts A meeting room with old ways and new Combined into a comforting view Is…

Gathering Three sisters sit, toes drifting in warm sand Sun sets in crimson hues on the sea’s horizon Wine glasses raised, they solemnly toast Times shared long ago but not forgotten Who could have known what would befall Both parents passed on too young A…

Hour Twelve – Write about gathering with others. The specifics are up to you.   The Joy of Human Interaction   Lockdown – I thought I had been fine Complacent in a cosy home all mine Wandering all day from room to room Meeting friends…

Black, white, and brown skin colours lost meaning when we gathered to celebrate the One who had so much done in need and in deed   the worship was electric the mood ecstatic the environment terrific   Time lost its meaning as no one was…

Facial expressions are contagious. The chuckle of his amusing grim was music to my ears. It was deep and robust. Uncle Johnny said few word, but when he was happy his facial hair stood on end with a twisted smile with a twinkle in his…

My grandfather had a deep, rumbling way of chucking that came from deep within at things he found amusing – me, mostly. Originating in a large belly promulgated by years of jovial beer drinking his chortle still echoes When he was amused my grandfather’s best…

Midnight dancing with twelve personalities of mine. Mirror too confused to create the number of vines.