Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

I know you meant it kindly, sir The night that you came to me The moon was calm The wind was warm Its magic blowing through me Your h...

She feels lost tonight. Craving words she cannot write Reaching for hands she cannot hold And holding thoughts she cannot tell... She feels ...

The nakedness of truth Is a painful thing to see Every hollow, every curve Exposed Clearly As my gaze travels across its body It spares no p...

Years earlier it was I Sitting on a blankets of dreams Beneath a patterned sky Whilst on the horizon gleams The better day, the better day E...

.....and there upon the empty stage where every scene had passed she wept upon a silent page and tore away her mask...... and as her mask wa...

Do you read me With eyes open or half-closed Do you read me at all Or do you simply see words Strutting across a page Stilted actors on a st...

There are too many things about love I cannot understand We say 'I love you' Yet cannot comprehend The profound depth In its simplic...

Tell me what you’re thinking I can see a shadow in your eye Darling, show me what you’re feeling I know; love’s a hard-won fight Take me in ...