Confined by bricks and mortar,
A heartbeat in a storm,
As dreams of sweet surrender
Embrace your sleeping form...
To soar, yet never stirring,
So near, yet far away...
Awake and share the future,
For love is here to stay.
Who doesn't like a 3-liner? (Quite a few of you don't, apparently.) Well, I'll have you know that many a critic has said of my work "at least it's in English" - and as for the great Stephen Fry, he once said of me "Vincent who?" Let's just say I supply the litter to the litterati [sic - but only at times] - ie: I write rubbish. But rubbish mostly inspired by the HAIKU, the 17th Century Japanese verse form consisting of 3 lines and 17 (5-7-5) syllables. (WARNING: flash photography and limericks)
Friday, January 9, 2026
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Seagulls in the bedroom,
The crashing isn't waves...
The lure of far horizons
Where lies the sleep he craves...
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