Category Archives: Poetry

It took more than ten minutes For the red kite to reach the ground Breakfast of plastic spoils the dream And it took less than a minute The red kite had reached the ground Eating the plastic thinking it green … Continue reading →

On a blue bucket, in his new dugout He stretches his seeing to another place Which widens his view to see further out Wondering what the fuss is all about He’s content in his own confined space On his blue … Continue reading →

When errant breezes catch your hair, I watch it flow – a stream of golden fire – and my blood races with desire. Your skin, in early morning light, invites my touch, soft and warm – to your body’s hive … Continue reading →

I think I’m done here. I’ve seen the things I wanted to see I’ve done the things I wanted to do. At least, I am reconciled to Not seeing or doing more. I’ve broken some hearts, I think. No one … Continue reading →

I sometimes walk at sunset through the long woods up beyond my house where the mournful owl swoops among the darkening trees. I pause and listen to the rustle and scurry of unseen feet, the various mutterings of the forest. … Continue reading →

I miss the thrill of reading to a crowd, that uplift to the ego when, aloud, my verses soar, dip, take flight again – no longer trapped on paper, and it’s then my poem may live or maybe die, crash … Continue reading →

“At times I felt so happy I had to quit” Carver R Tess Out on the field here at dawn, and the rippled grass and trees stood in small groups of ancient growth, huddling close and a grey mist, laying … Continue reading →