Turquoise Monster

Dark stranded waves Rushing the shore Pummeling the within… without Scouring with painful abrasion On and on Little bits of grit Wearing you down A fragment of life at a time

Things to which I cling Stuff which I need Too many lights In the night At Christmas As colours drenched the home Because when you have no reason for hope Hope is all you have These things to which I cling Too much stodge Cheap but at a cost I’ve paid for it so I’ll […]

The silhouette black, a contrast to the white Which luminesses, reaching almost blue… or purple… or green. Ripples of soft grey, shadows that a low swept sun awakes Even in sleep it has been an eternity And the wind bites with a thousand icy shards

Column-row Reflective contemplation Elimination Numbers caged Relax