Thinking of an Afterlife (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When was the beginning, in the fertilising, in the flower, or was it deeper, in the earth beneath? No end ...
When was the beginning, in the fertilising, in the flower, or was it deeper, in the earth beneath? No end ...
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you've breathed your ...
I thought my father was far too fat - eagerly I told him so, if he was offended it didn't ...
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise, ...
The power of the Lake lingers still so many years beyond its fascination ending; it was there in the beginning, ...
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
What is it about Bryan Adams and his song 'Summer of 69'? Why do the lyrics linger? Was it 90° ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
The last unicorn was never free to chose another ending, the plaintive melody entrained with sweet orchestral strains describing it ...
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
I tried cooking in my new Quicksilver jacket, just an affectation I assure you - no, not the coat or ...
It is amazing, while I lay in bed, I had the lines roaring through my head like locusts on the ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
Where were you Shirley of the Sanguine Lake? Where did you disappear? The echoes of your empty house Were almost ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
Do you mind if I write a few lines for you tonight? I'm fuelled for sure, perhaps a bit ebullient, ...
This morning, coffee in hand, standing at the kitchen window thinking of things that need to be done I contemplated ...
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
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