A dream

       Footprints on cloud paths,

Fraught mission in unknown shores;

              I see it clearly.

 A suppliant

 Phew, what a relief to learn that this indomitable suppliant is still favourably looked upon as a possible candidate for indentured labour in your domain, knowing perfectly well he will be at your beck and call, day and night, lavishing upon you his inexhaustible admiration, his eyes cast down at all times to avoid being blinded by such a formidable presence, with surreptitious looks to seer her image further in his mind to reminisce about the moments spent serving her when resting at night on his palliasse, forlorn.

 I see an indulgent smile spreading over that alluring visage!

Anonymous review:

I have spent the morning reading your entire blog in order.

Your path of your writing is enriched with time and I sense a shift of deeper meaning and a willingness to reveal on a personal level.

The earlier work is thoughtful and cerebral. Philosophical even.

The later works of 2025/26 speak to personal human experience and are lovely and touching and levelling. They allow the reader to connect by feeling...

 

 

Cult of Divine Madness

Thresholds of dream worlds,

veiled prophets prostrated low,                         

stormy crimson eyes,

stand up all at once,

their psalms casting miracles;

we bow and forget.