The Flow
I lost the will to write the words I woke up one day I felt absurd I almost heard an echo there Where once upon a writer’s lair I miss […]
Heart Grazes
Poem - I will always be Daddy's little girl.
CHIMES THE HOUR
By Wendy Norman He wears a mask of indifference threadbare in gold Seeking validation of conquests in stories untold Illusions of grandeur fuel purposeful steps The goat bells toll at […]
For Lovers Of Literature, Poetry and Writing – Meet Contrappasso
Lovers of Poetry and Literature will appreciate this.
Ripples of depth
By Wendy Norman He serves the sick and the dying Never letting on his own health declining His purpose to serve and cure the people ill Overrides his needs and […]
Soul flight
Poem by Wendy Norman In the eye of death let me be strong Hold your hand and sing you a love song Your life has been a miracle its […]
STAINED REFLECTIONS
By Wendy Norman She sat by the window in her castle tower Hearing the roar of the deep sea shore Watching the waves roll in each hour Dreaming faraway places […]
Just one dance Daddy
By Wendy Norman When I was born did you feel possession as crucial as each breath you take I was just a babe, a mere mortal, sins unknown yet to […]
CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS
Poem by Wendy Norman Scattered leaves crowd the path Awakening theories upon your wrath Manic rhythms curse your blood Ecstatic highs surge like flood Reasonable or Normal is in Quandary Obsessive […]
WOUNDED FLIGHT
by Wendy Norman She walked confident in her denial Having frequented betrayals’ aisle Her armour fastened with lesions of regret Past sorrows unable to forget Feeling strongest when she sorrowed […]
Love Whispers
By Wendy Norman The ocean glistened with the warm sun’s kiss Waves rippled in the breeze another day of bliss Sandy shores where dancing sunbeams play Gazing on sand with […]
Dog cries
By Wendy Norman A dog is so clever he needs to run free Feel wind on his back until eternity Chasing birds and lizards, sniffing out rabbits He cherishes […]
Tortured Turret
Poem by Wendy Norman Many a night I have sat and cried Sharp stones have hurt and cut my stride Potholes of disappointments have crippled me Slowly they filled with […]
“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.” —T.S. Eliot
So delve deep my friends…
THE RED DRESS
By Wendy Norman You linger there feeling the dust settle in Weighed down with guilty sin We used to dance Now I walk in a trance Abandoned in a heap With Joy […]
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