GUEST POST – ‘SONG BIRDS’ by H C BROADWAY

Image by Christine Renney Listening to the most beautiful  Song Birds I’ve ever heard  Two suns shining on me  When I hear their voices,  My mind is free as if I  Were riding in the sky  Alongside my Song Birds  The answer to my prayers  Their voices lift me up  From the Dark Abyss of Life Continue reading “GUEST POST – ‘SONG BIRDS’ by H C BROADWAY”

SOMETHING TO MEND

Image by Christine Renney It’s in the gutPacingThe postponementAnd when it seesAnd it hearsIt fades It’s not nowThat awful anticipationIt’s full blownAnd not at allRegular It’s in an unexampled actionThe methodical destructionOf handAnd bookcaseBlood smeared splintersAnd skin in the carpet Something to mend andTo clean andTo rebuildLike a lovebiteA bruiseSomething to hide

THROUGH THE SLOTS

Image by Christine Renney There’s shelter on the wharf inside the arcadebut you can stand at the end of the pierand look out to the life through the slotsthe old, craving for quiet nights with a glassand the young, drawn to the lightsardent high spiritsall on the same pathpassing the gaps whereold newspapers and cardboardContinue reading “THROUGH THE SLOTS”