The pounding of the machines from the nearby coal mine covered his loud shrieks of cry for his mother. It wasn’t until later in the eveni…
A short story about an infant’s struggle for the right to live.
A tale of premature / births and phenomena: / of brick-red light / in the flurrying night (...)
Written in the spring of this year, and is largely biographical. Which is rare enough for my own writing, I usually characterise. Still, this is something a little new for me so it’s submitted as-is: without revision or prior critique.
Reflections of all those vivid shades / Are passing with those misty days…........
Wings folding over its stricken quarry / While death under this feathered shroud is not wary
The poem detailing the hunt of the snow owl
wrapped in your pretty blue jacket in autumn sunlight / and winter nights.
NSFW
With our faces pressed ‘gainst the icy pane / We stared into the night: / And by the light of the fleeting moon / We saw silver frost on whi…
The first night it was cold enough / To see my breath / Rhythmically exhaled from the emptiness / Suspended before me / And then / Gone
Outside the wind is howling ever cold air / No stars can be seen in the heavenly skies / It is just a heartless night without any care / I l…
It is cold outside and winter. The howling wind blows its cold air reminding us of the time.
Solstice Fire / By Rob Beckett Soft playful / Flowing flames / From nights / Cold grip released / Up rise to red / And licking tips / I…
_Written by Rob Beckett 8th May 2009 about our Solstice nights in a Barossa field under the stars drinking the finest wine with friends Carol & Erich and many more by the fire, into the wee small hours. What a wonderful life we lead. _
Slow foot drums slightly to an unknown beat. / shimmers like a pond frozen over in the winter’s harsh vengence
Days of summer and cold winter nights painted my face / Shades of blue, of gray / Tones of gold and amber / Darkness and light brought by ha…
It hollowed me out until you could see the stars through my skin. When life is slow, I map the constellations through my spine. There are…
For the boy I love, but won’t ever kiss.
Winter Night / fireplace flames call / memories. * Eyes closed / listening the fireplace / - winter night.
haiku, senryu
Winter night / between two dreams / a past life bubble. * Winter night / snoring on my chest / the kitty Who really’s the hot-water…
haiku, tanka, senryu
Stars glittering, / Planets turning, / Black holes beckoning, / Playing hide and seek with the milky way, / Loosing myself in a meteorite sho…
melancholic poem
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