I rose,
above anyone who ever shamed me for my talent. Who...
Eyes tight shut, to block out the view,
Hand covered ears, to stop the noises getting...
A Sonnet is quite tough for me to grasp
Though rhyme emits from me with silky ease...
On Earth I wander as a wisp
a vapour trailing in the air...
Have been away a while now,
Maybe too long...
Summer fails me often
as pastels blend with...
I’ve been addicted
to words since...
I often think of myself as a machine.
My miles of veins, tendons and sticky bits...
persuading needles
from a dwindling haystack...
Nights are no longer
synonymous with...
How many more
nights...
So much land and sea have I traversed.
So many things for ones eyes to behold...