When you wound me I wound you. When I wound you I wound me. When you wound me you wound you. There is no one of us who wins, there are only two who lose. Because we meet in the middle by a sea that laps at both of our shores. When you love … More A Poem: Winners and Losers
I am a beggar at your door, the steps rising before my hesitant feet. I can hear the sounds within your kingdom drawing me, despite my lack of confidence. My feet unclean, I could wipe them more than once and they would still not shed the grime. So I turn and sit at the foot … More A Poem: The Beggar
I had hung up my harp but my God still demands a song. How can I draw a note I asked my heart within grown cold. I have weighed justice and mercy until mercy has hardly registered, and bitterness become a weight that kept me counting my losses. But we are asked to hold all … More A Poem: Heart Song
You paint such colour on my skin, where I saw white in my mirrors reflection, I look again, and you’ve unearthed them. The colours of my soul. I see indigo and yellow, but not the sallow shade of skin, but bright like a finches breast or sunflowers glow. And there’s blue and rose, pink across … More A Poem: Colour
Living Tree Poetry 