William Sinclair Manson's poetry

Delicate flowers swaying freely amid a windy backdrop slight protection behind a broken wall being saved by stone sunshine opening buds swollen by the heat desperate to bloom petals still strong newly formed. Morning dew evident now splattered on the wall flowers now grouped feeling stronger in numbers wind dying down aroma in the air flowers now still content, happy closing for the night ready to face another day. Birds pecking at petals bees buzzing around pollen flowers dying down turning brown determined to grow again seeds carried for miles by hungry birds or blown by the wind landing in another place sheltered, protected Spring comes again flowers now in growth spreading more joy cascading colors beauty beyond scope in an empty space now filled with brightness admired by passers by. springtime Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RAN...

Icy cold winds battering the sides the drone is trembling as the barge glides. Its our watery home we have known no other never settled on land never needed to bother. Living is simple making a bob or two gliding on canals with our son and you. Fuel increases but we sail away our home on the water better each day. Transporting goods from place to place tons of room loads of space. We wouldn't change this way of living free of stress and so much giving. The barge is our sanctuary may she live on when buildings and land have eventually gone.

Colourful  prisms of light set free from blackened cracked glass forcing the darkness to illuminate the scent of cut grass. She never leaves her home imprisoned by the walls no one ever sees her people rarely calls. A woman who once held respect worked in charity everyday a pillar of the community well respected and had much to say. Many years passed in her life tragedy struck many times family passed away, friends moved on her son sent down for crimes. Now her life was empty her interest declined by day nothing ever changed for her she was set in her own little way. Doctors tried in vain to get her to leave her house a frail, aged woman as quiet as a mouse. She felt she was misunderstood no one knew how she felt her illness killing her slowly of which she was unwillingly dealt. The fear to leave her house finally took its toll her heart gave up the battle the final drum roll. There were no crowds present just her son with a teary eye this woman who had suffered could finally say...

The only thing I hear is raindrops on the glass the forefront in my mind is the pain which I amass. Deep as it cuts, it never mend it casts more doubt in my heart solitude is a thing I could never face so much as we now part. I close my eyes and you appear in the corner of my mind The days are nights the nights are day loneliness fills me with pain and still silence fills the air with raindrops the only sound. when I reach out for you in the night emptiness is all I find. Be happy in your new life where sunshine fills your day text me when I'm alone make my sunny day Gray. Desperation fills my body as I kneel upon the ground whilst silence fills the air around raindrops are the only sound.