Who Doesn't Want
Not looking for forgiveness
my soul I pray to keep
...
Just A Little Star
There is nothing special about me
I forget myself sometimes
...
Paper Never Refuses Ink
I'm sat here in the garden armed
with paper and pen
...
Man In The Moon
Come hail or rain or sleet or snow
outside is the place I'll always go
...
Reclaiming Sunshine
Behind the Mask
he hides away
...
Walkie Boots
New walkie boots I bought today
I need to test drive them in some way
...
Smile She's Here
It was four am the clock chimes
sounds of whispers swooning
...
Mick-o-leen Oge
There once was a man named Mick-O-leen Oge
He roamed ore' mountains and valley's below
...
The Circle Of Life
A boulder's life it would be
when first it fell into the sea
...
The Liar
He told his friends that we were finish
but never thought to tell me this
...
Hugs
Here's a hug from me to you
to make you smile when feeling blue
...
Sands of Time
We walk along the sands of time
your fingers are entwined with mine
...
The Grey Haired Lovers
Deep inside the wasteland
a tune hung on the air
...
I am now on twitter as Annette Aitken. Hello my name is Annette. I was born in Dublin (Eire) in 1964 I am the youngest of seven children. I left school at fourteen with not much education behind me. As I quote a poem I have written myself sum's me up. School of Life " I may not have a Masters Degree GCSE or ABC but what I know of love and strife I learned it in the school of life. " For the early part of my life.)
Last Leaf Standing
Last Leaf Standing
The rest had left
the tree was bare
but, there he was
just sitting there
holding on
with all his might
clinging to
the tree of life.
The sun came out
tried it's best
to curl his edges
make him sweat
still the leaf
would not flow
onto the ground
where others go.
The wind came out
to try his way
to blow
the little leaf away
he hung on tight
with all his might
this little leaf
would stand and fight.
A storm came along
knocking on his door
it howled, it growled
it even roared
the little leaf
hung on so tight
no storm will get
to me tonight.
He woke next morning
to birds song
he yawned and he stretched
he sung away
wondering what else
may come his way
The last little leaf
who dared to fight
clinging to the tree of life.
Annette is an ardent lover of poetry, With inborn talent. Her poetic prowess is easily deciphered in the lovely little poem she has shared for us in her biography. A true poet, worth the name. An artist of immense beauty and imagination.
She was a true artist with word and could paint a landscape in your mind using few words better than any artist could with a thousand brushstrokes.
One needn't know a rose for very long in order to fully appreciate its bloom. One only needs to know roses in general, but more so the knowledge that each blossom is fully unique in itself. Over the relatively short time that I have been acquainted with Annette's writing, I have had the delightful and very satisfying literary privilege of witnessing her bloom as a poet. To behold the transformation from somewhat tentative, albeit incisively honest writing to forcefully engaging and viscerally driving command of vision and expression has one of the more satisfying experiences I have enjoyed during my tenure in this forum. Annette s not afraid to wander down the darker alleys of the human mind, and she is honest enough to report what she encounters there, vividly and unforgettably. There is, indeed, a refreshing quality to her writing, unpretentious and direct, with imagery that unapologetically bites and does not relent. Just as well, for the beauty of a rose is not distinct from the sting of its thorn.
Annette is a refreshing poet, original and creative, just a little star is an example of her talent, tender...humble and shining as bright as the sun.
Annette has the ability to write from the heart and among her poems you'll find some absolute gems.
Thank you all for your support and comments, much appreciated. Annette