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The Little Sleep

Death is for us just like a little sleep.
Sleep everyday is like a little death:
Reminding us we’re mortal, that we keep
Nearing our end each day as we draw breath. 82 more words

My Poetry

'New Truth'

What if this is what I’ve been waiting for?
My heart so full of love it all spilled out
Too soon, on the wrong man! I was no more… 99 more words


Sunday Night in Early Spring (Sonnet)

Old brown dog snores softly in her bed,
Tightly curled as soon Spring buds will be;
Old black dog stays out until the dark
Drives him from night where he cannot see. 88 more words

The Honeybee

This sonnet inspired a song on our latest album, Innocence.

When light swift came above the mirrored sea
and blazed upon the sands an argent hue; 93 more words


'And it was night. For it is always night'

And it was night. For it is always night:
If not on this side, currently in day,
Then somewhere literally half the world away.
And in twelve hours we change places, dark and light, 78 more words

All Creative Stuff

Sonnet Sunday: "Run More Day"

Achilles the runner, Pheidippides
the marathon’s first participant and
casualty. Wrestler’s strength, swimmer’s high seas
but the runner needs only open land
to practice the craft: breath controlled, posture… 79 more words