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Was (The Riddle)


If ever Was was
Was was never not
Unless she really was
And I was not?


If Was ever is
And is ever Was
Then she was Was
Still, I was not


One day Was will
She’ll say Was was
And Was will leave
Was and I, was


Our Essence

We tumbled, drifted, tumbled again
Just us against the wind,
You and I, me and you,
Leaves in a tempest,
Feathers on the wing;
Watching our lives pass
With smiles on our faces
Never wondering when we’d land,
Nor if there we’d settle
Like snowflakes made snow,
Blanketing the bad world
So all we’d know was truths.
A simple state of loving,
Our essence pooled together,
As eternal, we’d remain.

50 Word Stories – The Raised Eyebrow

Two years! Two years of drinking more coffee than a whole family of cocoa bean addicts. That’s what it felt like, anyway. And I preferred tea. Would I have done it all again? Damn right! When I asked the barista out? She just raised an eyebrow. Still, wasn’t a no.


50 Word Stories – Cobwebs

Losing Polly’s heart hurt. She cupped her soul in the palms of her hands and cast it to the wind. There she hoped it would find another body, one who chose more wisely. If not? Then it would drift amongst the cobwebs in the sky just waiting to be caught.


Unusual Circumstances (Jorio)

We’re meeting in landscapes

Joined at the soul

Waiting nightly for sleep

To roam beautiful dreams


50 Word Stories – Breathing in Unison

50 Word Stories – Breathing in Unison

There are ever moments in lives made from many that demand savouring more than others. Every second should share the same values, the same high regard, and yet they don’t. For me, it’s those moments in the still of night when hearts collide and you realise you’re breathing in unison.


Naked in Hindsight

Naked in Hindsight

Like ivies entwined 

Curling through the branches of life,

We made for the light 

From out of totalitarian darkness.

We had to, you see.

Natural lovers chased by the mould,

The mildew of existence,

Seeking the comforts of shared warmths

And a quiet breath or two,

We tried.

Yes, we tried.

Innocents, one might have said,

If free from society’s sharp tongues 

And scathing accusations.

Or alternatively fools.

For the truth was,

The very essence of the situation,

We were naked in hindsight.

Then again,

Weren’t we all?