In a faraway place and faraway time...
time
These Eyes of Mine Will Age
Tell me your secret voice of the past you who have lived and died on these pages...
In This Dream I Had of Life
In this dream I had of life from the cradle to the grave...
I’ll Run Late
On that day, sun met shadow in a park; you ran late...
Experience
Experience is what the Rational call mistakes...
Hob-Nobs
Hobbled hob-nobs hobbling on home...
Simple Distractions
Simple distractions take up a pretty penny of our working time. 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...
These Days I Melt Through
These days I melt through, Life’s candlewax burning down. How long will it last? 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...
All is Forgotten
Damp stone tombstones cracked, Rotted, and unreadable. All is forgotten. 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...
This Little Notebook
This little notebook, Weighed down over time with ink, Its blank pages stained. 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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