People and events have triggered my emotions which expressed themselves in poetic form, not in any regular formal tradition more as an expression of ideas or feelings. The pattern of the poems came from the sound of the words in my mind not from any formal poetic arrangement. Ged

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

As Night Unfolds

So often, in the stillness or unrest of the night, thoughts creep through the mind as an ivy smoothers a tree.
It is then that ideas appear with flashes and flows.


As night unfolds
And I lie awake
This poetry is written
Just for my sake.

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