spring (Remove filter)
Bluebells
When you can't see the bluebells
There's cleary something wrong
Possibly something terribly wrong
If you miss the bluebells
Your life has passed you by
My favourite flower, my favourite time
Normally waited for, longed for, at winters end
This year only spotted as they hung their heads towards their demise
That too, almost missed
Why so, too much on, tunnelled vision ...
Saturday 20th May 2017 6:49 pm
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Good Friday Dream
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on IN THE BLUE ROOM
1 hour ago
Red Brick Keshner on a miscreant yearns
3 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on Rolph David
3 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on Marla Joy
3 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on a miscreant yearns
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Full Electric
4 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Sails of a Giant
4 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Death of Phlogiston
4 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on My Daddy Never Loved Me
4 hours ago