I’m a big fan of Mary Shelley and her husband Percy Shelley, and they were good friends with Lord Byron, so I felt like reading up on him.
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, Fit for her nest and her treasure O, what a hope beyond measure Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,— So to be singled out, built in, and sung to! This is … Continue reading “Misconceptions” Robert Browning
“TAPESTRY!’ a poem. Written in Odessa, Texas, on the day after Sam’s gall bladder surgery. May 29, 2018. The enfoldment of each day (pause) Can-be-challenging, I say! It-might glorify this life, But can fill you with such strife, And what more can you do? But try to see it through? And hope the days we … Continue reading “TAPESTRY!’ ❤❤
I wish I could remember that first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or Winter for aught I can say; So unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was I to see and to foresee, So dull to mark the budding of … Continue reading “Monna Innominata” Christina Rossetti💜
Mister Magoo Theory [28.05.18] That desperate person clinging on to a blinding smoky vision embedded in the swinging near miss of a guillotine, doctors all evidence for prime time. We know that down to the demise of our closest loved ones, and into the river and tides that surround them and yet simultaneously guide our … Continue reading DESPERATE
.....Hallucination..... The warm sunshine of the morning appears to remind our young love. Innocent love of prime time like petrichor can be felt even today if you look as I used to hook your image in mind. I know, nobody will bring you back and I wish you return as your memories appears suddenly sometimes … Continue reading …..Hallucination…..