Category: Poetry

The iris of the soul
In darkness, thirsty
Absorbs splinters of love
Is nourished by shards of colour…

Middling
Meeting

Overloading
Opening…

Your own hands hold this everyday clay
Fingers running along..

Rain falls on the just
It pools darkly
Shimmers a neon inverted world
Where…

Rise today
On the wing
Unhesitating
Not buried or blind…