Perspective poems

A silver mirror or muddy own? Either way, on a still day you reflect the world above and yet, do you? When you shimmer in the breeze, or a being has disturbed your slumber, do you truly reflect or represent a different world? If I put my face to you and lowered through your tensile surface, would I see a reflection of other possibilities, other places and times? Reflections have such power: a picture fed back, though back to front; showing a different view point. Even ripples

Broken bricks and masonry, old slates and slabs; smashed and discarded, left behind. And yet... What stories do you hold? What lives have...

Lined  Lived in  Lived  Experiences  triumphs  failures  learning  etched on our bodies.  A map of our past  no key  but a picture  of a...

Big droplets.  Falling almost lazily  from the pregnant clouds.  Imagine if you will,  that you can slow the flow.  Not lessen.  Not...