people say
as so they may
I've lost
the will
the heart
to write
so dark
the world
seems now

perhaps they are right

but in the heathered
mist of mind
bog blinded
salt tinged
the waves still roar
where're I be

the gulls soar abuse
on shallow sands
where lions' manes
cast spume
into my eyes
and skylarks
keep me company
whenever
wherever
I seek them

'midst the dismal
city clouds
'midst the unseeing
blanked eyes
of those
who care not
the river's wrack
and endless
ageless wonder
caress moments
spent alone
as nature feeds
my inner self

01/02/2018