A Short poem from Burdened Soul Collection... email: johndoylepoems (AT) yahoo.co.uk

A short poem from Burdened Soul Collection... email: johndoylepoems (AT) yahoo.co.uk

This is an excerpt from my 'Triptych: Mother-Lover-God' piece. All existential crises worth their salt happen in gardens. I'm not sure why, but they do. Of course the scene is from Mel Gibson's...

The forest of Alzuna hides a pool.
    Beside that pool, a shadowy tree up-towers.
High on that tree, a bough most beautiful
    Bends with the...

i I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells, Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone . I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells And dances, love notes, babies of her own. But dare I wish...

As if we had been plundered we went room to room. "That's gone!" "Just look at that" "And there!" In time we all rebuilt. Yet we assume disaster will return, so we prepare with batteries...

Ghosts
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Coming to terms with the tricks our minds play, fact or fiction? From what perspective are the dots connected? Patterns of...