Ancient Coast By Scott Bailey © 2013 Where the crashing sea Meets the shifting cracking…
Tag: Creative Writing
I knew that writing a poem a day would have wider effects in helping getting…
Raw By Scott Bailey © 2013 More than a year’s passed Memory is still red…
Traffic (Tanka) By Scott Bailey © 2013 Brushed by death today Twice. Metal boxes speeding…
Energy By Scott Bailey © 2013 Starlight is silent Waves crash and roar on the…
Sometimes the news leaves you despairing of humanity. Cold Cold News By Scott Bailey ©…
So this is the one I am thinking of entering into a competition the theme…
The New By Scott Bailey © 2013 The new can’t replace the should have been…
Winter By Scott Bailey © 2013 Nothing, nothing, blank. Beneath winter’s hard black ice. Water…
Trees By Scott Bailey © 2013 Two trees Old as memory Some leaves fallen A…
Class of Blood By Scott Bailey © 2013 You people don’t understand. It’s tradition. It’s…
The Man in the Tree By Scott Bailey © 2013 The man in the tree…
The World in a Book By Scott Bailey © 2013 The world in a book…
Green Fingers By Scott Bailey © 2013 Green fingers Rip open the rusty shell Slow…
Purple Star By Scott Bailey © 2013 Deep bright purple star. Piercing from the depths…
Silver By Scott Bailey © 2013 Shining argent in sunlight or silver sheen in the…
Lantern By Scott Bailey © 2013 Old light from the past Is still illumination Wisdom…
Rested Wheel By Scott Bailey © 2013 Why aren’t we railing? Why aren’t we mad?…
Sighs Matter by Scott Bailey © 2013 Silk sliding Fingertips brushing Lightly Warm breath Close…
Taxing By Scott Bailey © 2013 They didn’t know. Or didn’t care. That corporate giants…
Well finally managed to get some work done on my book. I have done half…
Today’s poem of the day is another old one I have reworked. I chose this…
On the Verge By Scott Bailey © 2013 Broken down. Watching everyone speed by. Rushing.…
This is an old one I brushed off and reworked. This one’s for my dad.…
Revision By Scott Bailey © 2013 Swirling in the mists of history Mystic figures whirl…
Summer by Scott Bailey ©2013 Bended blade of grass Bows in the summer twilight A…
Hope By Scott Bailey © 2013 Tired and worn out so Going to sleep to…
Carman By Scott Bailey © 2013 I make cars I always have As did my…
The Gulf By Scott Bailey © 2013 The gulf between us grows and grows.…
Mistress By Scott Bailey © 2013 She is taken for granted by most Loved…
Normal By Scott Bailey © 2013 The news is not normal We must remember that.…
Red By Scott Bailey © 2013 Screaming red white and blue, Soaring in the clouds.…
Change By Scott Bailey © 2013 Shouting into the hole that is the whole Nothing…
Is it Me? By Scott Bailey © 2103 Flesh and bones and genes. Is that…
OK have a headache now. Can’t think so I am posting this one that has…
Another attempt at collaborative fiction. This one is just a scene – that anyone can…
Another attempt at haiku. Trench By Scott Bailey © 2013 Dancing with my wife, last…
OK – so this one is on the same theme as yesterday. In fact this…
Soundbox By Scott Bailey © 2013 There are empty spaces left as people move on,…
Outside `The Daffodil and Pen’ By Scott Bailey © 1999 I wandered lonely as a brick…
Lacking it – need something to write about for flash fiction. Normally I have loads…
Apart from housework and shopping (normal service) two things happened today that I have been…
