Inspired and paraphrased from the start of this post at Spinning Visions.
5th Dec 2025 – Shared with dVerse OLN #397 as this one didn’t get many eyes yet.
Things Got In The Way – 29th November 2025
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Revisited – 28th August 2025
Ghostly as the train window reflection
Rattling through the rat-infested depths;
Indifferent to any Insta story section,
The filthy fabric humbles and accepts;
Inhaling a kind of premonition,
A melancholy of enigmatic love;
Putting all the pieces into their position
From underground to the towers above;
These new shapes still dripping time,
Old and haunted to new starry eyes;
Ethereal apparitions crossing the line,
Life suspended in these twilight skies.
Inspired and paraphrased from this post at Spinning Visions
Shared with dVerse OLN as this one seems to have slipped by without notice.
I Only Wanna Be With You – 30th June 2025
The images of my mistakes are futile, fruitless words*
Lost in my imaginings of all futures coming true
Falling into emptiness, making everything worse*
No time for others – I only wanna be with you
The angel at my side gives me good advice*
As I was struggling when you came out of the blue
But I refuse to even listen, I just do what I like*
I’m the only one, and I only wanna be with you
All the endless confusion hanging ’round all the time*
Everyone is holding on, we’re all just blowing through
I wanna run away to where all the time is mine*
There’s no other choice – I only wanna be with you
Initially inspired (but not connected to) this post at Spinning Visions, which got me thinking about The Tourists song of the title, as well as the idea of another poem I read today, where they reused lines of a song to form their own work.
The lyrics to that particular Tourists song didn’t inspire me, but I checked out Blind Among The Flowers and so used lines from that instead.*
There is one person who is always there for you, through thick and thin, best to get well acquainted.
Interestingly, I discovered that Blind Among The Flowers is the source of a refrain that often pops up in the playlist of my mind: “Nothing means nothing to me”. That’s been bugging me for years!
Storytellers – 20th June 2025
a little line of dancing taps
the keys make words
and the words are key
neuron-fired inspirers
transferred to fingers
– stories without end
getting to the heart of it
grand secrets bleed out
beating the resistance
the rambling essence
authenticity
cracked and revealed
An up and down cherita inspired by a section of writing at Spinning Visions blog
Meanwhile, Elsewhere – 8th June 2025
Down in amongst the broken, dirty chaos
Restless rats are awaiting our return
Get me away, get thee away – gedouddaheah!
We’ve all got some loving to learn
Up among the trees and idyllic charms
Of sprawling lawns, quiet, clean and pure
Elsewhere, everything else is happening
We should’ve been there for sure
We gotta leave so that we can come back
To quiet ourselves amongst the noise
Knowing that everything will be waiting there
Ready to share its joys
Another poem inspired by the first part of this post at Spinning Visions blog. I’d forgotten that I’d read it before!
Fragile Joys – 1st May 2025
After singing the city song
Of car horns and conversation
I know the place where I belong
To enjoy a quiet vacation
These are tiny, beautiful things
The quietness once forgot
Broken only by the bird that sings
Of my invasion of its spot
And like a child that’s sent to bed
Before the party has even started
Remembering all I did and said
As life happens once I’ve departed
I leave so that I may return
To the shiny, furious noise
Money can’t buy the time to burn
These fleeting, fragile joys
Inspired/paraphrased from the first part of this post at Spinning Visions
Time Masters Call – 4th April 2025
Shared with Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – free verse and inspired/paraphrased from this post at Spinning Visions
With you, I find myself wishing;
everywhere I look
…all I see are clocks…
…tick, tick, ticking…
Both feet rarely grounded,
but six-thirty,
twice a day, at time masters call.
Fill my hourglass with molasses
because I cannot make it stick;
make the drips slow and sweet…
tick, tick, ticking…
Later;
The world entirely changed;
a rose garden under concrete
pillars that hide the sky.
Redded hands,
strawberry smears or bloodied
stings of sweat and toil?
With you, I find myself wishing;
twice a day, at time masters call;
at these intersections,
…all I see are clocks…
…tick, tick, ticking…
Cold Comforts – 9th February 2025
There are lookers and there are seers
And those blinkered of the mind
Some are do-ers whilst others are be-ers
Finally, those who choose to be blind
Some see magic within the leafless tree
Finding comfort in familiar concrete
As cold and unforgiving as they may be
Rainbows bloom all along the street
Some days, the sees will turn to looks
The busyness of time puts on the blinkers
Turning towards the turning page of books
The seers become the thinkers
The wanderlust begs the wonder lost
Learning is the unlearning to see
Expanding knowledge comes at a cost
Soon blindness becomes the reality
Inspired by writing at this post on the Spinning Visions blog and contemplating how we lose our sense of wonder as we age and become wiser, or at least, more filled with knowledge.
7th Nov 2025 – Shared with W3 – comfort – not quite to the prompt but adjacent at least.
Across The Continent – 24th December 2024
An entire life within the crashing waves
Hands held and shown what to do
Never stand with your back to the ocean
Ride the rips just passing through
Now the city is the best teacher
From drill bits to bureaucratic affairs
Those unflinching bureaucratic eyes
Offer little with their dead-eyed stares
These are days to tell about
Belonging everywhere ever been
Sick of these city shenanigans
You must choose one it seems
Continuing the theme from Across The Room. Inspired, borrowed and paraphrased from this post at Spinning Visions.
First Snowy Morning – 15th December 2024
Outside the window, I giggle in delight
The first feel of snow after a silent night
This day of love has already seen me grow
Because this feeling, I thought I’d never know
I found myself once finding my tribe
Along with a love I could only describe
Now felt without any suffocating
All this time patiently waiting
The love was always right under my nose
Because I could cry at heart-wrenching prose
Intoxicated walking along the city street
Even enthralled by the glass and concrete
I will sip this love through a golden straw
And take it home to the Eastern shore
Where the soft dusty snow ignites
A love for this garden of delights
Inspired by this post at Spinning Visions
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