Lines weaved left right overlapped Generating a pattern for a tablemat Its formulation stares at me as I type these words Onto the screen as my eyes unravel worlds The tablemat is envious that my fingers stroke the… Read More
Writing is easy when it comes from the heart But from the mind is somewhat hard To ‘feel’ is a constant state-of-being To ‘think’ is to breathe while surviving reality To ‘reflect’ is a path taken only by… Read More
The romantic in me Falls in love with beauty A beauty so real It remains unseen Tis the beauty of a moment Trees — nature’s monument Grapes — that will ferment Leaves — colour grey cement Tis the… Read More
To you, I write this because I can articulate with my hands better than the occasional eloquence that springs from these lips of mine. Alas, I shall get straight to what I want to say. You. You entered… Read More
She was so consumed by her dark side That she saw with her heart and not with her eyes. M.G.
A poem I wrote back in 2007, the year I truly fell in love with the piano.