The poem pierces the night
a whistle that rounds the track
awakening the memory of
what not yet has happened
Track To Kindness
Mouth Me
Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)
If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less
What thoughts and sentiments would you express
Watched closely you can see what it can be
A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities
A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet
Beautiful Eyes
The eyes have been called the ‘windows of the soul’
Ill-nature and bad passions will show prominently in the eyes so behold
It is not so much the colour, the size, but more the expression that makes them beautiful
No amount of ink, pencil or colour will keep them youthful
For centuries women have studied the art of applications
Wind Tunes
Poem & Image by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)
Wind whistles through the trees
Soft steps swish wet grass
Daffodils strewn along the path
Flashes of yellow shimmering
Striking a cord with the living