M English, My Pen, Verse

flowers growing in unusual places

It started with a grain first fed then contained Fear kept it lovingly in its domain I was always brave when the time came. Breathe in rip it out like a band aid Now I harbour winds that rage like hurricanes but hardly whisper outside the brain I used to be brave when the time … Continue reading flowers growing in unusual places

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M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

Sylvia’s tree

Only the branches seem to grow and multiply - like Sylvia's tree. I should not depend on the wind as guide - it changes all the time. But the speed with which I need to grow (do I?) may well be the death of me. Shallow roots grow faster but never hold.

M English, My Pen, Pen, [2010 - 2011] Isidora Masson

Isidora & Prose

I am a painfully   s l o w    writer of prose and soaringwriterofverse. To my mind prose is convention & norm, poetry free form. In a poem, you can cut sentences in half wherever you wish and pile them up together in whatever              shape            you         want You could never have that with prose.

M Pen, [2008 - 2010] Night Bugs

china

Corpo meu fará quadrado. Corpo meu duro que é Embora palavras não diga Palavras guarda. E responde.*Queria eu, esconder-me na montanha. Estudar a Via. Mas não aguento, o frio - nem suporto, a fome. in Poemas Anónimos - Turcos, Mongóis, Chineses e incertos, Assírio & Alvim