Biography
I began writing poetry in the early 1980s and performed gigs in and around London. I lived in Devon for seven years and fell in love with Dartmooor before moving back to London. I worked as a photographer for a number of years I have an interest in lighthouses and the coast and have published one book of poems.
Samples
THE PAIN OF LOVING Unrecognisable in the mirror. Pale, gaunt and undernourished. I no longer fear the views of prejudice, Realisation that time is running out, That I am dying. I feel no different in my mind, But my body no longer responds as it should. Under constant threat from illness, I have lost count of the tablets - so many. I face each day alone longing for my lover Gone these past three months. Despair clutches at fading hope, I refused to believe the reality, until now, My resolve has been eroded with no prospect of a cure. I was once so athletic, now confined to a wheelchair. Both young and old at the same time. I have no regrets, just feel cheated of a life. My future stolen in one moment of love. Gazing at his photograph, I recall the good times we shared. Our love kept ambitions alive, I replace the picture on its shelf, I miss him terribly, But know I will be with him soon. WEEPING WILLOW Weeping Willow Crying Summer madness Dew on my leaves Glistening Waning wonder Pale green solitude Rustling windswept Shapes in shadow Darkness falls Nestling birds Hidden in branches Screams of anguish Axe blade cuts Scarred bark Bleeding trunk Withering roots Quiet sorrow Fading spirit Falling Water ripples No pain No love Only peace Mysterious sensation Floating Earthbound no longer I am alive in my death
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Blog entries by Steven Winter
As You Leave (03/02/2021)
Locomotives' Graveyard (03/02/2021)
For Whom Our Wreaths Were Laid (03/02/2021)
HOW MUCH? HOW LONG? (02/02/2021)
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