Waiting (2009)

It is not easy, passing time, alone.

Clinging to lost hope's all I can do,

Waiting here, in vain, and all for you.

I know you'll not come back here when I call,

Nor yet be here to catch me when I fall.

And yet I wait, I stay here, just in case,

On the off-chance, I might still see your face

Prologue (c.2009)

I used to write fun stories, long and short,

But now I sit and wonder if I ought

To make more of the wond'rous gift of life,

And put an end to tragedy and strife.

Therefore I wield my pen- now is my time,

Though I know not what to say in so few lines.

My time is short, I have not long to last

Before my rhyme must be secured, made fast.

And so here goes, I'll dive in, pen in hand,

Dipping pink toes in an inky-blue sand.

Hello all, I reckoned it's about time for an update, so here goes:

It's been a pretty hectic and eventful few months, hence the maintainance of writerly silence on my side of things. My new job is taking a lot out of me creatively at the moment, but I'm endeavouring to get back on the metaphorical writing horse over the next few week(end)s.

In the meantime, I've dug up and re-work some of my older, as yet unpublished poems to upload for your aesthetic pleasure. I feel the messages and meaning of them are still pretty pertinent, even a couple of years down the line.

Enjoy.

T.U.M