It was unremarkable
Our first meeting
Except for the birds singing
The sun setting
The heart bursting
The Earth turning
Anticlockwise
It was unremarkable
Our first greeting
Other than the time stopping
Ears popping
Stomach knotting
Throat garrotting
Sweaty palms
It was unremarkable
Our first meeting
Except for you
Panchajanya
One of the drawings for my poem - by Nicola Wakeling - a wonderful Scottish artist. Click the pic to see more of her work
Panchajanya II
...and another
About Me
- Nash
- I hope you enjoy reading these poems, and find something in them for you. After all, isn't that what this is all about? It's not supposed to be some elite club, but sharing a thought or emotion, empathy and sympathy, expression and fun. It's surely about writing that one thing for your lover or friend, someone's passing or birth. And making it so that others enjoy it too? Who cares about ambiguity, the canon or snobbery? I don't, as long as I can touch you (not physically unless it's with your consent). I am 39 years old, I live in Bristol, UK. If you do enjoy then let me know. Take care Andrew
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