Shades of Hope

  Silver wings, Alighted on my hands Danced before my eye & fluttered through the skies.   Golden wings, Far as far go the lands Far as far go the skies Rose with a flame of sighs   And in that hour of crescent moon And that hour of golden light They cast forth their…

A Door Into The Past

As I see and remember my past pieces; which are the strings binding my past; a sequence plays before my very eyes. They never fail to remind me; of all I had achieved. And never fail to sadden me; over all I have lost. These words written in black & blue; and red & green….

Thought I Could Write – Sonnet No.1

Thought I could write a novel; could not, daft ideas, bore. No problem, several kinds of prose; do exist in literature, several I adore. Thought I could write a story; could not, again the same blank. Then again, no problem, I can always cross this river on another plank. Thought I could write a poem;…