it is all we haveyesterday is not todaywe shape tomorrow ~ n.b. The hands of time are in our hands, the sands of time run through our fingers. CLP 02/05/2022 →
you held my handin the crowdI led you gentlywe walked through Saturdaysaw the cityopening like tulipswe shared our foodin Brick LaneBrasserieyou slepton the trainhead on my shoulderit felt like lovetasted like lovelooked like love ~ CLP 24/04/2022 →
on life’s winding courserough, bunkers, other hazardsso no need for golf ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Fifteen prompt, a poem about something that holds no interest for the writer. CLP 16/04/2022 →