Recognise

 I wrote this poem very recently, 19 September 2026, based on a feeling that always haunts me.  The feeling like I have lost a very important part of myself, but can't quite identify where I lost this piece of myself.  I remember being another version of myself, but the experiences and knocks of life have erased these parts of myself and they now sit in my mind like a piece of dusty furniture in the corner of a room, that carry sentimental value, but is of no real use.  I feel that there are many people that can relate to this feeling.  The image was a prompt on social media.  Upon research, it appears to be a stylised modification to the final scene of 'The Matrix', which I feel is ironically appropriate, considering the poem was written without this context.  Enjoy.

Snails

 I wrote this poem in the summer of 2025, however the concept had been in my mind for a year or so already.  On my morning runs, I used to notice, how at the crack of dawn, snails used to migrate from one side of a path to another.  I also observed the many crushed bodies of these little critters in their trek to cross the path.  From this emerged the 'dawn death-march of the snail'.  This is one of my favourite poems and I hope others enjoy the beauty and thought given to something so menial.  The photograph was taken by my friend, Joy, on a morning run when she last visited in Spring 2026.

Heartbreaking

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I wrote this poem about 3 weeks ago when my daughter and her first long-time boyfriend broke up. She was…still is, devastated and it allowed me to reflect on that pain from many decades ago when I had my heart broken. It’s big.  The image was saved on my camera roll from social media for a while, just waiting for the correct poem to come along.  I think it was created by Crisco Art, according to my research.