freedom – Poetry for Dullards

The hike

This is the first part of a longer poem that I am working on but it’s not quite perfect yet. I hope you like it. The hike The silence is pure, golden Looking around, I am the only human being in existence and I can see for miles. The grasses sway, gently hushed. Not evenContinue reading “The hike”

Commuters

8am trudging over tarmac in metal carriages trapped amongst the throng; the squeeze and release of the giant accordian that concertinas at junctions, lights and roundabouts Whose tune resonates with the blaring of horns blasted by the impatients and the impotents The ASSHOLES as I like to call them. 5pm We begin again From theContinue reading “Commuters”