Sunday, 22 January 2023

“Stopping by Woods On a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost

“Stopping by Woods On a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost



 Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.


The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Tuesday, 3 January 2023

I am home

 Spiralling, inward circle

Searching around

Out and about 

This and that 

And the other 

The other than me

That is a better one

A shiny being 

Like a supernova star

A fantastic image of 

a self projection

Past sweeter and bitter future

Blend in one 

Like a capsule suspended

Like a snap from a sunny holiday

There, immortal, the magic

Only to come back to now

Where things seem a lot more tragic

Trying to figure how

This is me now and 

This is me and I can't see

Blind in nowhere land

Nowhere to go, just be

Here, holding your hand


Feeling the warmth

I am home

Monday, 2 January 2023

Dream resolution

 Green, clean 

Lean, spark and zeal

Aiming high, 

Spirit's high

But no, not so fast,

Not so slow, either.

Weight and past

All the same, so eager

To drop and bury

All that did last

A faraway era

Lost forever

Like cells do regenerate

And of course now history

In my mind I incinerate

Faking some kind of victory

The only winner 

Is Time, mean and so linear

In this awaken ordinary

Letting out a silent scream

Then going back to dream

That is my resolution

Waiting for a counterrevolution