The Cracked Vase

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.

NaNoWriMo – Shall I?

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?

The Show

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