the reminder comesin a messagefrom the roses the scentis a transportationto other times other places an olfactory shapethat is a ghostof the senses an absencein the mind ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry collections and giveaways? Subscribe to my monthly Newsletter here.
my flag is flying blood red beneath the sky straight and tall it rises my flag will wave still when all war has passed me by my flag so straight and tall still rising battles won and battles lost who can say who won I ride into battle with my flag a pennant and my … Continue reading flag
rocket flower to the sky up to the sun rocket flower still unfurled fly me up to the moon to mars I know I am fanciful a pedestrian I know that flight won't really happen but rocket flower you look so ... you look so ... take me away come on let's rise into the … Continue reading by quince empowered
hey! I said hey! I'm talking to you yes you hey do you want me to use my trumpet pa-pa-pa pa-pa-pa hey you there can you hear me pa-pa-pa I'm speaking I'm shouting are you there are you paying attention pa-pa-pa listen to me I will only call once this year I am only calling you … Continue reading calling once – not waiting
hey hey it’s jonquil day sing spring (sing spring) hey hey it’s jonquil day sing spring (sing spring) hey hey hey hey (hey hey hey hey) hey hey hey (hey hey hey) hey hey hey it’s jonquil day sing spring (sing spring) it's jonquil day (.onquil day) spring (...ing) © Frank Prem, 2017 August 2017 … Continue reading a jonquil song
the jony's are an army today marching in their own yellow light grey tries but is banished the jony's are weaponised they shoot sunshine the jony's are marching today bye bye winter bye bye winter bye bye © Frank Prem, 2017 August 2017 Poem #11: the thought, write?
do you remember last year overgrown and over-tangled? I cut them back to wood to give them strength and shape watched for first signs to see if I had been too harsh and then they grew I told you of the first buds that promised well for summer one fell away and died but five … Continue reading wall of roses
daisy fine shine shine shine some sun got caught up in your petals daisy you reach up for the sun you do today tomorrow then you're gone © Frank Prem, 2017 June 2017 Poem #36: tba
I am in my bed. Will you bring roses when you come, to drop their petals on my sheets, and fill my air with perfume? Will you bring me roses? © Frank Prem, 2001
last year the climbing rose had been neglected it had spread to hide the roof line entered inside the eaves of the house required hard labour to cut back and extract from the timbers of the eaves this year will be more straightforward there are noises in this house through the night hours brown brush … Continue reading pruning roses with an ally