Tell me your secret voice of the past you who have lived and died on these pages...
rhyme
I’ll Run Late
On that day, sun met shadow in a park; you ran late...
Sugar
Sprinkling down side edge of mug, white droplets crystal twunkle in morning sun...
Cosmic Meditations
whisking past galaxies against the backdrop of eternity now and forever.
On Burning Wings
Life's all but a dream - on burning wings.
We are Made from Earth and Rain
Stumble upon our timeless gaze, so long as there’s eyes to see and minds to conjure...
The Crystal Stream: Poems
My first anthology of poetry is now available on Amazon!
Hob-Nobs
Hobbled hob-nobs hobbling on home...
Crystal Stream
It lives. Lake water lapping along low strides longing for an estranged sea, a tear-soaked mother turned face away from desperate plea...
These Notes out of Key
These notes out of key. Who knew middle c could be Such a mystery? Giuseppe Gillespie - November 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...
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