Faded Responsibilities – Love of Unfathomable Security

Looking back to hospital waiting rooms and road journeys. Times and places where the mind was allowed to play. There is no serious illness, other than the addiction to writing about the days events, and how they are translated within.

I might just say something about the guillemots: I am moved by both the bird and the band.

Faded Responsibilities – Love of Unfathomable Security

Faded Responsibilities

Advertisements

About christopheratcoastmoor

Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by.
This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s