Poems

Poem

A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

I remembered how I used to play with my mum.

As a kid, in the kitchen, we would bake together.

 

Poem

Slurping up the last of my frozen yogurt,
I overhear someone say,
'Being a Simese twin has got to be
The Worst
Thing 
Ever.'

Moonrise
Poem

Time travel me back.

Let me say goodbye again.

A minute more,

           a moment,

a chance to see Ed’s face

           alive,

Moonrise
Poem

Time travel me back.

Let me say goodbye again.

A minute more,

           a moment,

a chance to see Ed’s face

           alive,

Poem

Tomorrow has your name on it
It's written up there in the sky
As you set out on a journey
in search of the How? and  the Why?

Poem

What do we do with a difference?
Do we stand and discuss its oddity
or do we ignore it?

Do we shut our eyes to it
or poke it with a stick?
Do we clobber it to death?

Poem

I am on the bathroom floor
screeching,
Tippi shaking me back into the world.

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