Short poems

Relax…. Take a breath.

Relax…. Take a breath.

26/04/18

Relax….Take a breath.

Just write calm begotten poetry from this place called death we pretend is life.

Have a go at love, carefully, with a free-flowing nature.

Go on, have a go twice.

Turn the dial backwards, the egg timer over.

Put the world on ice.

Find a four-leaf clover, listen to the rain water trickle down the window pane on days when all you had to do was read.

Go on, take a breath.

Relax and proceed.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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poems, Short poems

Tested

Tested

09/04/2018

I watched her purity read my spirit.

I watched her thirst drink my mind.

I refueled my forgiveness when she placed her hand in mine.

She read my every thought with a finger down the line.

A sentence to the solitude “I’m not yours but you are mine”

I watched her purity read my spirit.

I succumbed unto her breast.

Was this a new reality?

Another of his tests?

© G.P Williamson 2018

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