Serial poetry

Petits pas = arriver

My singing eye

Dances to the din

Of dizzy dandelions

Wishes colliding

On the tapestry

Of life.

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22 March 2015

I often wish I could disappear.

Not due to unhappiness,

Simply because my desires

Long to take me somewhere

Else.

Elsewhere.

Other than here

Or there.

Philo du Frigo

Philo du Frigo

24 August 2014

Please nurture the souls

Of our furred and feathered friends

They know not what they risk.

Our roads are many,

Long, windy and adventurous.

In our haste to advance, expand

And dominate,

We alter natures way.

Along the cross roads,

Where paths and trails meet,

Who spares a thought

For the life bounding along?

Another obstacle to dodge

And ignore,

Who cares to move them

Or to feel moved by their plight?

Stopped in their tracks,

Bodies strewn

In shocked finality.

Our graceful emblems,

Broken limbs pointing

North East South and West.

Their eyeless gaze

Tracing bloody entrails.

Tina Pech