Tuesday, 14 August 2007

Well, here goes ...


Loneliness grips as I am on my way,
And dare to search for you again.
Fog drowns all vision, but I hear you say
‘I’m here.’ The words hanging in refrain.

Drawing me along our avenue
Your arms encircle me as I am filled
With blame and remorse for you …
And dread for the love I fear I’ve killed.

We each hold on. And together we cry,
As we reach the corner and find our place
Our sanctuary, where we sit by
the flames and I watch your face

As your eyes search mine with care
you tell me, ‘stay,’ and stroke my hair.

Karen Philpott

Friday, 10 August 2007

This was going to be called Writtings & Pomes......

........ but, I thought that might be a bit silly.

However, I chose pushing pencil, because that's what I'm going to be doing.

At last.

I need to get Writing, thus, pushing the pencil. Or, the keys to be precise.

End of first literary witterings on this extension to my blog.