Anne Webb

Jan 2017

rained-on parade

You can't hold the short arm of the clock
and call it yesterday.

This is what I've learned this year. I think we've all grown up in ways we don't want to admit.

And in the end we're always more lost than ever found. But isn't that what life is all about? Finding your way back to yourself.

Happy new year everyone.
I hope joy gets your address right this time.

Anne Webb Dec 2016

Too Late to Say Goodbye

She's gone
and I wasn't there
by her side.

Continue: Don't go

Anne Webb Dec 2016

Untitled

So she has her ups and downs
But who can say they don’t sometimes
Resting under falling stars
Raindrops filling both her eyes
Maybe waiting to be found --

-- The broken words and broken worlds,
Nevermind they aren’t fair,
She still finds the strength to use
The power in her curly hair.
Forever, ever hidden there.

I wrote this for a ?friend?, she meant a lot to me. But now it's all different. You know how it goes; time flies, *friends they tend to come and go*.

P.S. * Where it all went wrong, RUBIO*

#friends #loss

Dec 2016

beth fwoah dream

whispers of sea

whispers of sea
where the cold storm
gathers in the grey
sky, and the waves
pound the shore
running back
pushing down
arching like
fiery cats,
the ache of the storm
a tearful cloud
the song of
a poem.

thank you to all my friends at this website for their continued support of one of the things i love in this world which is poetry. i've only just realised this is the daily today and i just wish i had more spare time at the moment to write and review. thank you again to everyone.

#love #poetry #waves