We flew for a while
and shared the same sky
with modest results
but we gave it a try

I read the works
of my fellow-poets
and deeply realise
theirs is of so much better worth
than mine--from them I learn
them I so much admire
and I readily aspire
to digesting more
like a flower
delighting in dew-fall

talent is all over
I must look outward
if I were to become
a better writer

Birth of spring in distance.
Slowly awakening.
Scent of zesty lemon rose
already in the wind.
World of promises
in the making
February coming through.



Shell✨🐚

I wake up early
with this poem in my pocket
and the sound of the sea
my arms stretched out
across a crimson sky
the sun rise of
untouchable love
I catch my
invisible breath
I see you smile only
in my memory
the waves of emotion
are reaching out for a
soft place to land
as the wild flowers bloom
in an open field of a
thousand sleeping wishes
I miss what I
decided to destroy
when the spring wind screams
at this world of broken dreams
I search for level ground …
Clay.M

No stars
Just noise

I don’t need your time.
I have you in my head, heart, and soul.
But if you have nothing better to do,
I would never mind your time.
“If only… in some other universe, we had every waking minute for one another.”