MY POEMS

There is nothing more absorbing than writing a poem. It is a free-flow of thought with rhythm and rhyme. The feeling of the nib against...

In the darkness there is the potential for light. In the depths of despair, there is the chance of Redemption. Where there is the...

The grey of the city life is grim, as the weather turns to the windy and rainy. There is little light now, but when I went to Bath it was...

There is little to see in the park as the animals and plants are asleep still. There is a beauty to the dark forms of the leafless trees...