The musings of a melancholic man.
Poems, stories and anecdotes to make sense of the world.
Walking through cobbled streets no aims, no goals Wonderful aimlessness. - Stopped cold an inviting presence a rumble to remind.
By Alexander Stoddart2 months ago in Poets
Moving through unknown places areas confounded, yet the roving eye discerns unfamiliar familiarities. - Brickwork a callback
Serenity falling.... - Fluffy - Freezing - Graceful - Bracing
Asphalt is a grey stain vital for movement, yet a blemish on the soul natures beauty, now flat and grey. - Lain great swathes
An assortment of lines scrawled on sheets of white, a jumble of meaning quietly shines. - To some merely scribbles swirling eddies,
Daylight savings a signal of impending doom, the war of attrition finally dimming the stubborn sun. - It's hard not to feel
Beaks are trilling filling the crisp autumn air, a cacophony of calls shuffling songs of joy. - The Gulls squawk spiritedly
By Alexander Stoddart3 months ago in Poets
Love does no wrong in the spreading of which, the cost is nothing so why O why does it feel so rare. - The love of which I speak
Blustery winds, buffeting and blowing, stinging eyes with frigid air, a taste of nature's strength. - A taste evokes feeling
Escape, escape in the worlds crafted scrolling endlessly numb the mind the ceaseless thoughts dont leave me alone with myself
Why are you seeking looking to others, examining the steps they take trying to walk a mile in their shoes, deep down you know
By Alexander Stoddart4 months ago in Poets
A smile conveys many meanings from gritted teeth to jubilation, a language learnt from birth intrinsic to all. - A smile from ear to ear
