I thought it might hurt, but it doesn’t. I’m surprised by how little I care. I thought I’d be gutted and nosey and lost But really I’m just laissez-faire. I write poems to log my emotions But I’m not really sure how I feel, I’m just happy that I’m not as sad as I thought … Continue reading
The tree stands patiently with bare branches on show, An easy target for the bitterness of the winter wind. But nobody will question why its leaves won’t grow, As they keep faith that an emerald coat will return in spring. The shore is revealed to be a vast empty space, Abandoned again by the fickle … Continue reading
Tricky Pancakes 