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Snowflakes
Snowflakes The minute structure of each snowflake is so fine, The intricate simplicity of its design So exquisitely perfect in itself, Divine Intelligence, some think, must be its manufactury!. For you could spend a lengthy lifetime looking through […]
Birthing a Poem
Birthing a Poem I feel foreboding in each sense, (Not of some tragedy or ill, Rather of more significance!); A turmoil of creative will!. I […]
Lost
Lost (A Satire) Lost…lost…lost… In the sands of Poetry, Not knowing which way to turn, Confused, I go. I am amazed, Distressed to see, Everywhere, prose praised As poetry Whilst lyric lines — in beauty dressed — […]
Long Afteryears
Long Afteryears They will say then — in those long afteryears When you and I are dead and gone with those Who knew us most — then they, (or some), will say […]
Autumn
Autumn This dying-season’s palette lightly paints Its varied colours on the waving trees, Reminding us that Autumn’s breezes soon Will yield to Winter’s storming gales before Spring’s stirring freshets may again prelude The pleasures of warm Summer’s mellow days. Already […]
Roots
Roots What though life’s troubles storm about my head; Though highest hopes are dashed down, time on time; That rare-wrought compositions are derided And richest of confections judged as chyme?. […]
Creative Progress
Creative Progress Around us, everything we see reveals Progress, from youth to age, simplicity To more complexity. Innocence feels Growing experience, whilst clumsiness Learns facile skills. These are progressions good And natural, made by Creation’s rules. […]
Exploration and Discovery
Exploration and Discovery Amalgamated Cook and Darwin, now I have the opportunity to search The world, (home and abroad, both near and far), For fossilised remains and recent strains Still extant, (wheresoever they may be Discovered), of Rima […]
Time
Time (1984) Two thirds of my expected span are gone: Scarce twenty-five more years remain to me In which to make my mark in history. It is too short, too brief a time, (God knows), For building stairs to immortality!. John Keats, that skilful genius, himself Just reached in total […]
Voyeurs?
Voyeurs? Are poets spies upon æsthetica?. They watch events around them through keen eyes, (From the overall generality To the minutest of particulars), Whilst noting with descriptive acumen Their stimulation of, (or by), the most […]