By Scott Bailey © 2013 The vessel is crackedStill holds the sacred bloomsStill reveredThough the blooms are without rootRootless. Dying. Still revered.Water though refreshed,Still stagnatesDead blooms replacedWith freshly cut. RepetitionBuilds a patina of respectAuthorityHabit. The vessel is crackedEmpty of lifeYet forever filledand revered. http://www.scottandrewbailey.uk
I have been in a writing rut – in that I have done nothing new for ages. Life circumstances have been against me. It’s time to take a stand against all that. I should set myself a challenge again and give myself the proverbial kick up the arse. So I am considering going against all … Continue reading NaNoWriMo – Shall I?
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Stereotypical headlinesReactions just the sameAmple opportunityTo apportion blame Night time is for thinkingSorting truth from liesBut in the sunshine mornDreams just fly So it goes Originally published in A Spring of Dreams http://www.scottandrewbailey.uk
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Autumn golden browncovers the hard icy grounda leafy carpet Originally published in A Spring of Dreams http://www.scottandrewbailey.uk
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Bird sings by the pool in the spring in a soft cool breeze her voice a sweet sound Originally published in A Spring of Dreams http://www.scottandrewbailey.uk
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Bug me, drug meYou’ll never touch my mindNot that you want toAfraid of what you’ll find Afraid of the secretsof someone in the knowAfraid of the exposureof your elaborate show So go on with your programmeSticking to the scriptUntil the day you are awareYou’re playing in a crypt http://www.scottandrewbailey.uk