The Poet and the Coalman

Poetry as deviation, disguise, deception, appearance, and then the 'poet' who really shouldn't be there, from an outside point of view at least. And the blinding vocabulary and truth staring with the look that only truth has and the 'poet' must squirm and face the reality. Perhaps he should have been a Coalman!

A Fortunate Photograph

A fortunate photograph, in a day that betrayed reality. Could've been another person, a series of persons, a type. And she loses herself in style until she is only a part of a group picture and she doesn't want to be herself anymore. And I gaze from the side and identify her from before. I think that I know who she really is.

A World Reborn

Suddenly, the world became transformed and remembered what it was and where it was, and it gazed inwardly and all around noted the changes. In turn the changes became a mirror until the mirror lost its power of reflection. And the skies smiled on the day and the day was still and and at peace with itself.

A New Moment

In the birth of a moment a world arises. Its dawn seeking, its view all-encompassing. It lands on the wheel of fortune, as you arrive there, and if you look at it, it may just look back at you, and smile.......

Colour of a Feeling

Inside is like a colour. How are you supposed to colourise a feeling? How are you supposed to express in words what it is? I think this explains to me about just how personal life is.