a blossom falls
though the branch is bare
never returns
blooming or withered
she’s sustained us all
this singular tree
glisequins of rain
dripping off black, bare branches
translucent star fall
ε εε
bringing out buckets
dishwater and bath water
apple tree might live
Old tree’s branches bare
But for a long vacant nest
On verge of tumbling.
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
Guitarist / Songwriter
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
New content every Sunday.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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to be worth sharing
Domenic Garisto / LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT..if you can't be the poet, be the poem..havau22.com
One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
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