.
creation...

Connections that emanate from the Lotus flower...
M. Moran...

beside fish filled pond
fly chaffinches sweeping up...

Quill quivers and quakes
Above the naked parchment...

Her hair blows softly like the wind
Against my skin so welcoming...

Climbing up she floats now towards
Yellow barley fields swaying in harmony...

On Earth I wander as a wisp
a vapour trailing in the air...

Veiled Hands
A tired walnut frame sits on a mantelpiece; an...

A
Chorus...

Mission Impossible..to write a poem, A- Z
that rhymes and follows a theme like...

From a park bench he
yawns and stand in Harrod's brogues...

. . . and so it happened,
a newest family member...