harmony (Remove filter)
Stillness
Its 3am.
Way passed the sleep hour.
I stand surrounded in surreal stillness.
This moon shy night admits no ray.
No thought
Penetrates my mind. A church bell chimes:
Tick thrice.
And the deadly silence strikes
That deep dark hole of the head.
Nothing is awake.
Nothing moves.
Yet, something appeals. I know it is out there.
But where?
Minutes tick by.
The dev...
Tuesday 9th September 2014 5:14 am
Recent Comments
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
6 hours ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
8 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
9 hours ago
John F Keane on A Cut Above
9 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
11 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Fallen Leaf
16 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on The Forgotten
17 hours ago
Rolph David on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
17 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
18 hours ago
Hélène on Elementary
19 hours ago