Dear unknown, my John or Jane doe So it’s been a short while since I wrote, Anything. A poem, a micro poem or even a rhyming couplet. I’ve been back under a cloud, sad to say it’s been a dark week or so, I want to get back out of the rut. So I’m writing…
Merry Christmas folks. Here's a new poem which is very close to my heart about accepting your here and now at a time where you're expected to fit in with the clichés and expectations of others. Realising that you can enjoy the now and still remember those you have sadly lost.
When the family gathers and the smiles start flowing
With the cold crisp air all eyes are glowing
When the air seems filled with festive tunesAnd laughter hangs in the decorated rooms
Like gossamer threads in the frosty morn
Starlight glistens, they burn brighter than before
Telling tales of the moments gone, the unforgotten daysAre handprints ghosted on surfaces, gifts and doorways
A cliché; I know, but it's the small things I adoreAt a time where we all notice and are more aware than before
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Scribbles of an insomniac 