I can’t seem to finish anything these days, The washing, Plans or parties, Drinks, That new show, That old film, Or this poem
Month: July 2016
Call Me
Human existence passing between two cracked screens, Miles apart but to them only a few seconds it seems- Two ears pressed eagerly to speakers awaiting replies- The window to the soul is no longer their eyes But the voice, and for that they are both surprised. Ten minutes fade into two hours, Like sun drenched … Continue reading Call Me
Made Up Worlds and Eyeless Birds
Our world was dipped in warmth; the evenings were painted in hues of honey, and the days were drenched in fiery reds. Sand flew around us like golden rain when we ran and we were always laughing. We used to watch the stars peeking at us through the amber haze hanging above. Our little planet … Continue reading Made Up Worlds and Eyeless Birds
Alicia Jones Poetry 