Nona's Poetry Corner

Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Untitled Obsession

It does not matter how far you are Or how much time has elapsed, The mere mention of your name Or the sight of your picture Brings a smi...

Monday, August 18, 2014

The Hourglass

Tip the timer over Let the sand run through Watch as it trickles down Into the once empty base Use the time as best you can Do not dil...

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Senza ombra di Marte

How I wish I had your crutch To lean upon when I am tired Of all the world and people in it But that's not how my brain is wired, T...

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Roy, in eight parts

I One dark and stormy night I chanced upon your face; It lighted the way for me When I was all but blind. What I did not ...

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Mornings

Such rude awakening From pleasantly delicious dreams By my unfeeling virtual friend To start a brand new day. How I long to close...

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

My Baby Bird

The day we met you sang to me, Some random line from a pop song, One I'd heard a million times before And would somehow become our song....

The Melbourne Cup Heist

The plan was as ingenious as it was devious Yet there was one fatal flaw - No-one suspected that there lurked A traitor in their midst. An...

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