Monthly Archives: January 2016
Words Words, words fall from your mouth but I do not hear them any more, I’ve heard them all before, words, they are just words. Advertisements
Fragmenting – Jacqueline Nash On the edge I falter Stop myself from falling Sensing I’m fragmenting Already broken Just a question of time before I fall into pieces
Nonconformist I’ll not bend nor run to the sound of the horn to fit in, conforming, I am who I am & will not join the bleating sheep blindly following.
Trapped 2 The silken threads cling to me, contain me, immobilise me. I’m trapped in this web, unable to set myself free.
You may have noticed that I have changed the background and removed most of my photos and artwork from Jacqueline C. Nash Poetry Micropoetry. I believe that images can add interest and enhancement to the micropoems, but the problem is that I have … Continue reading
The Flautist The flautist wields an unusual power, his flute casts it’s magic spell leading me to a place of serenity, he does his job so well.
Drowning We are intricate, layer upon layer of contradictions, of emotions, droplets within oceans, we come up for air but slowly we drown.