Monday, July 6, 2015

To the prune

Oh thou sickly sweet and mushy beastie
Some would say thou art so tasty
But as I eat ye I hope thou might
Do thy best to release my shite
And as I lay so late at night
I pray that soon I might
Find blessed release from being bound
And sweet satisfaction may be found

I fought Last Night

I fought last night
Begging Her to take me home
My pain reflected in Her eyes
She would not take my hand, yet
Like a knife biting deep
I writhed and called Her name
Known to me from long ago
When She offered Her hand
I lay there, contemplating
Why continue to fight?
Do I have it in me?
I look for Her hand

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Winter Haiku

Leaf falls to the ground
Signals winter's frozen death
As grey hair foretells

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Haiku

New life together,
Spring brings new flowers and love,
life will now blossom.

I wrote this one before and used unfold instead of blossom. Blossom is better.


Sunday, June 8, 2014

Conflicted

A poem by Gwylym

Conflicted
Heart says believe
Intellect says nothing there
Yet, the heart at times knows
Feelings and promptings... Something there?
Who really knows?
Could something really be there?
The heart wants to believe
Conflicted.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Caring for one's heart

On the 11th I am going in for surgery again. I really want them to fix me so I can get my life back.

On the writing front, am inserting images and doing editing on my sidesword book. I am also trying to get the first draft of my new novella done before the surgery, so I can get it off to my editor. H ave between five and ten thousand words to add. So, a bunch of work in the next week.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Changes

Changes
By Gwylym
What did Bowie say?
But does it matter anyway?
Do we we really have it made?
God loves the rich is what he said
How do we face the strain?
When our life is like the rain
Trying to change the world
When winds of life blow and swirl
Yeah, does it matter anyway?
As we live from day to day.