BY FAITH ALONE (POEM)

still this soul one gentle reverie harmonic scraps form a beautiful evocation a hymn to the evening Sun sufferings past and sufferings present melt into memory no thing destroyed me sanded the old shoulders, sure but no thing penetrated this soul’s purple raincoat

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THE ARTIST (POEM)

never good enough this picture, the last picture the next picture an internal struggle between my unspoken self and the bountious beauty of life, longing to preserve the petal to immortalise those steady wave patterns on Holywood’s shoreline the touch of her hair on a frosty January morning all soft and fluid and flowing AND … Continue reading THE ARTIST (POEM)