Category: Poem
2. Sorrow
Who do we know?
Threshold
The Red Poppy (a warning to the addicts of ‘peak experiences’ facilitated today by social media?)
A Poet’s Blessing on the New Year
Poetry
Sorrow is a stubborn piece of land…but see how quick we summon bliss
All I ask is that the sun comes silently to set my hands to work…….
