princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years ago • NoneToo SuddenThe bitter scent of Maples, Dust and rain, Make this street A remembered pain. Dark and secretive Windows…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #writing • 5 years ago • NoneThe Windfall House ...Part 2Fran and I had inherited a Victorian row house in the Kensington district of Toronto. The Windfall House as I called…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years ago • NoneBlack RainRain is falling As I am falling Into a sadness now, Out of bed I'd end in the woods Darker than blacker…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #writing • 5 years ago • NoneDark Yule ...FinaleA man vows, and yet will not cast away the means of breaking his vow. Is it that he distinctly means to break it? Not…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years ago • NoneIn the DarkRain darkens everything: Each drop A black grain of misery Holding All the world’s pain And none of its…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years ago • NoneHearing VoicesIt begins with isolation, Blank stares and faces, Demons In desolate places. No one seeks To be oppressed…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #writing • 5 years ago • NoneChristmas Longings ...Part 3 ...Fact vs. FictionChristmas is a necessary festival; we require a season when we can regret all the flaws in our human relationships:…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years ago • NoneSnowboundThe coloured windows of the houses dance Like the happiest of dreams before me, In this snow that hides Your house…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years ago • NoneSameI I’m the same As when I dreamt Of you, Before I knew Your name; Before I journeyed To your city, In…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years ago • NoneThe Room Suddenly BrightI wake and sense The snow Sifting Past the window, Blindly seeking Completion After the law Of beginnings…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #writing • 5 years ago • NoneA Good Man of Business ...A Weathered Stone'But you were always a good man of business, Jacob,' faltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself.…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #writing • 5 years ago • NoneOut of Time ...Finale“She has a look," I said, "of not altogether belonging to today.” ― Robert Nathan I'm sitting in the Clinton…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years ago • NoneThreadbare LoverI want to depict you, Paint you in words , But you know me— Your impoverished lover With a Scrabble bag Of…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #writing • 5 years ago • NoneOut of Time ...Part 3The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence ― T.S.…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch. • NoneRuinBut how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? —Atwood The Moon asleep In a blue haze…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch. • NoneRainy WalkA rainy walk At night Will cure almost anything. I want it so much, Beloved, For this storm to give me Dark…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch. • NoneAbominable SnowmanThere is at Christmas time a great deal of hypocrisy, honourable hypocrisy, hypocrisy undertaken with good motive…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #poetry • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch. • NoneCovert LoverThese nights, these nights, The soul’s limitations; Everything cramped— Too large for spaces. I'm fearful Of…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch. • NoneGreen Energy ...Part 3 ...Off the Grid with CoyotesBeing a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men. —Joseph…princessprose resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in #writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch. • NoneCrimes Across Time ...Finale ...Breaking the Time BarrierJustice delayed is justice denied, as Gladstone said, but the real culprit is time; the more time passes, the less…
