Songs of a Sad Summer

I thought I could write a poem 

Effortlessly

Until the black cockatoos lumbered across the sky,

Carrying lost souls in their voices


A collection of my poetry covering the journey from surviving day-to-day when faced with grief, to reaching the metaphysical.

I sip my macchiato and watch 

The dead walk by 

Little more than a rustling thought.


Answers are never easily found, but often little things can be. Which, as I look at them, prove more than little.

Soft rains 

Caress the pebbles

With gentle colours

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