poetry
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Waiting For Love- Poems for presents
I didn’t mind But Waiting for love Was like waiting for a dream to come To fly by and take me to a world afar Where love was the waterfall and I was the reflection I was shown the life from my dreams in the river A life where the moon kissed the stars And…
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The Flaw of Supremacy
If you only played the dream And sang nothing but the love, The spirit and the depths of the soul If nothing mattered but the pleasure And all you wrote rang in perfect harmony What would you do in order to forget? Plagued with the boundary of infinite joy Would you live here with me…
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What it feels like
They told me Fly like a bird, they said all Be like the sound you want to hear Be like a sportsman, set the intention, precision Then play like a dream and run like the wind Sing you, sing like the moon, play as the risen lark Dream like the artist who grew this…
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A Curiosity
A curiosity comes And then it goes as soon as I realize All I’m curious about has less than an explanation No one knows what I desire to know It’s not for me to ask what or how or why It’s for me to do great, live well Then die.
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Why poetry is the music in words and my obsession with half rhyme
Am I embarrassing you? I’m in Paris with you. I don’t know why the sounds of half rhyme excite me so much. My favourite poems appear to be those that follow no set pattern and adopt a more imperfect tone and rhyme scheme. Perhaps it’s the predictability of perfect rhyme that loses my attention- I…
Hattie Butterworth 