A social site for poets in Sydney.
Poems seek a home
When the bent mind has nowhere to go,
it begs for a soliloquy.
There is no inspiration formulae
The moon is. A paper boat at sea.
A silent annoyance.
Words seek a voice and a sentiment.
I’ve never seen such beautiful eyes, he said.
You’ve never seen someone this sad, said she.
Life forges on, servant to seasons.
thank you :)
You have talent! Excellent choice of words.....