I recently posted “In the Winter” which is probably my favourite poem to date. It is ironic considering that it is now 30 degrees C outside. The poem came to me in roughly five minutes of inspiration without much thought on my part. I must admit that I really cannot take credit for it – the words came to me almost automatically. It is for this reason that I can comment on the poem as if I were someone other than its author.

I strongly encourage everyone to read the poem first before reading on.
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It was in the winter
That the feeling came
Fresh
New
Frigid
Like the northwest wind
Forlorn
I foraged on
Through the tundra
The barrens
The torturous
And endless
White

When the wolf howled
And the gales arrived
I marveled in its newness
Its freshness
Like a child
Riding a snowflake
I gazed
Dazed
Into the empty sky

Marvelling not at its arrival
Its permanence
But its nature
Its dominance
Its victory
Complete
Unfettered
Undiminished
By the arrival of gold
A single beam
Riding on a dream
Of the Spring to come
Whispers of promises on the wind
Not yet undone
Of the Sun…
Of the Sun….

Hey folks,

its been a rough and tumble couple of weeks. I broke my collarbone in a cycling accident a couple of weeks ago. Thankfully, I’m pretty much back into the swing of things again though not really on the bike. “On the Ground Again” was inspired by the accident and in that poem I tried to capture the feelings running through my head immediately following the crash. In addition, I am happy to release a new group of poems that I mentioned about a month or so ago. Look for new poems to be released every few days or so. I’ve noticed a change in my style over the last six months – I appreciate your comments regarding whether you feel the change is positive.

Peace

Paul

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My face bloodied
My skin torn Continue Reading

We all live in glass houses
In statues made of clay
By day we kneel
By night we prey
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