As fitful as the seasons are changeable last night I tossed beneath a heavy duvet. The night sky greeted me with a stark scattering of pinpricks.
Lonely, isolated while separated by eons they looked romantic sat still on the chill horizon.
For all my desire true poetry eludes me.
I am too much a child of the times I was born to.
Songs may have poetic lyrics but I so wish my poetry was lyrical.
The whole concept of verse is mathematical; formulated not only by words but by numbers.
I am less a poet but more a dreamer.
Last nights dreams were absent sheltering somewhere distant with sleep.
all words and art are copyright © of Russell 'C.J' Duffy.To view my books on Amazon/Kindle go here: https://www.amazon.com/author/russellduffy -- For another side of CJ go here: sOMeThiNg For tHE wEeKeND, SiR?