I came to poetry late but am now trying to make up for lost time.I guess I am probably a very simplistic writer in that I was never too good at deciphering complicated poetry so whilst I still look for depth and substance I often will include a little humour in my own work. I also write under another name but unless otherwise specified these work are under the Lodigiana banner for now More than anything I love the idea that other people might enjoy reading my scribbles- I try to make them varied, serious, pensive, romantic, sardonic or funny- in fact any subject that inspires me usually ends up on paper! .oh and finally I really dont enjoy being bombarded by requests to 'read my work and I will comment on yours'..if a work appeals to me I WILL comment otherwise I wont.. Thank you
It feels so small and fragile
the fingers lithe and long.
Translucent skin like gossamer,
a hand once warm and strong.
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I think love's like a stranger
who beckons at your door..
To let him in will change your life
now and forever more….
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How soon today is yesterday
and tomorrow is today.
It seems that nothing's fixed in life
and soon all fades away.
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Starting afresh, eyes awake and squinting in the brilliance of morning sunshine.
Through the anonymity of darkness, sun battles the elements to rise…..
Rise it does!
Through the open window the sound of the morning lark, trumpets a new beginning.
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We sit alone prepared to feast
no thought to who partakes,
ignoring battles fought within
creating more heartaches
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