Poetry

    This city Knows my secrets Of summers Wrapped in love. A decade locked In memories, Two lovers, Now

  The silence grieves – no song is sung.   Threads of a forgotten day hang   Loosely – their

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day28   I have lived too far away, too long, to gather words mouthed and sung by those

#NAPOWRIMO2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day27 They paint the skies – random strokes of brush, with spaces left for the sun to get

#NAPOWRIMO2025 #ARTOONSINNPOETRYPARLOUR #DAY26   The ache clung to her walls, its roots diving deep into the concrete that had hardened

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day25 Do not utter truths that tear us apart, carving gashes deep, spilling blood. Like art on canvases

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day24   My cat claims He’s tired of me: I’m a bore, And I snore. He’s moved to

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day23   I have two lives and one belongs to me. The other one – I belong to it.

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day22 Red skies, Streaked with the blood Of broken days that lose Themselves in the heaving darkness, Now

#NAPOWRIMO2025 #ARTOONSINNPOETRYPARLOUR #DAY21   A rose, brown and brittle, lies buried within the pages of a lifetime, crammed into a