I celebrated my birthday last week And was given a Van Gogh mug The painting contained 6440 Separate brush strokes Which I counted each day Whilst enjoying breakfast

What is eternity If we are not together In this silent grave The river of life passes by As our ashes slowly mingle Without breath       Dedicated to my parents

I am ready to return to you And have booked my passage On the morning train Wait for me in our special room My train leaves in five minutes I have purchased some beautiful roses For you from a platform vendor We will place them in front Of the small window         […]

This is our first visit to the city And we have so many things to do Coffee Shower Breakfast But not necessarily in that order

Like the wooden toy Of the blue boy I am the last grenade Thrown during an unfaithful war I am trapped in a beam of light And will not sleep    

The book arrived in the morning post inside was a slip of paper from the sender Teddy If you already have this then I will change it with ease Andrea Teddy soon found out that the book contained sonnets and verse by H Belloc a poet he greatly admired He scribbled a note to Andrea […]

The days are short This is a good opening line although rather predictable I might write God in my Hell All is Well Because of the rhyme Or I could call this poem Blind Z OR USE SIX DOTS IN BATCHES OF THREE … …

Over three generations have passed Since you were first created You may have lost your reflection And you are corroded from within But your curves are ice sharp And you still retain your original beauty   The wooden table is quite new And mass produced It is pleasant to look at and functional But it […]

Digging Deep Canary The poor canary one of the so called sentinel species are no longer used to alert miners to the presence of carbon monoxide It appears that our feathered friends breathing rate its size and metabolism caused it to die quickly if carbon monoxide was present thus giving miners an early warning of […]

Although you have been stripped of your leaves Your dignity remains You refresh each frost During those exiled months By remembering the gentle dews of summer   You have changed from orange To a comfortable brown The pale blue sky Hides your exhaustion   When the long nights of winter end I will clothe you […]