Reignite The Ashes

When respect is lost
can it be found
amongst the ashes…
from which it came –
now the fires dwindled
and only but a few…
memories of friendship
these embers remain?

But if one, has truly learnt
and understood the flue
then kindle can be made
to reignite the ashes
so the embers…
can see the flames!

 

 

The Mongrel Nips

The mongrel nips and howls
Bites and barks
at the bleakness in the sky
as thoughts commute –
then dissipate….
leaving you –
with all the why’s.

 

 

Where Friends Once Stood

A funny mixture of solitaire
with a twisted face of jest –
like a river lost at sea
and the sand….
lost, at tides end –
or a thousand pictures
these memories
all in a snap and blink –
as old eyes now squint
and hide away the tears –
but it's these little chips of honour
admiration and respect
that make you feel the beat of day
and the pounding of your heart –
when you recall …..
where friends once stood.