Bluebottle Dreams

Bless this man for he has prayed Prayed for days forthwith since waived On pedestals perch silhouettes Faceless masks for which he’s wept Kept images of futures past Bowed down and followed to the last Or so he thought with sightless hope Dependants given tools to cope Tools unused or …

Resonance

Pursed upon the lips of thousands Stood above the waves Where I belong above the crowds Until my dying day Far from the man I used to be Unactualised at best Not yet the man I used to see But better than the rest It was once said that still …

Tiny Dancer

I wrote this poem for a friend of mine who had written her own poem that I took inspiration from and created something new. I hope you like the first of my poetry posts. 1 The lights go up, it’s Christmas day, Plenty of presents, family and laughter, Warm living …