Always a Friend - 2002
Scopes | Sunday 11th July 2010
One of many poems about love
Always a friend and nothing more
You never coming knocking on my door
Always near but never close
That’s where I’ll stay, a good friend to most
Outside the circle looking in on the rest
Wish I could be more than a hidden guest
I wait for a chance to say “hello”
Am I just a part of some puppet show?
Standing there, you just look through
You walking right by, what can I do?
Never knowing how to impress
Is that what I want? Or do I obsess?
Awoken
Scopes | Sunday 11th July 2010
One of many poems about sleep.
Awoken one morning to misty ground
January’s month has come around
The frost on the grass a beautiful sight
I look at Nature’s ceiling, it’s pure white
Beams of light break through the cloud
Shimmers and sparkles on the ground
A song from a bird, a laugh from a drake
A shout for breakfast, I’m running late.
