A creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood. Snow covered trees and hedges. Poetry to catch the mind. I just love the word.

The world just the way IT is to Sharmishtha Basu. AGNIJASHATADALAMA, PAYPAL and PATREON- next creative leap by Sharmishtha Basu. NO PSEUDONYMS for this author.

When I reach for you. I hear the darkness breathing. Poetry should be on toilet rolls. Poetry should be on toilet rolls. Follow Leaving Planets via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Where brown-paper leaves drift deep. Glares brightly through a thornbush. All the light in the whole world. A walk to the shops.

Spinning castles in the air has become a habit. Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics. Or whatever you might call it. Letters to Harry and Other Nonsense. I Look at Life on Both Sides Now. I Look at Life on Both Sides Now. A Requiem for Dead Souls Among the Living. A Requiem for Dead Souls Among the Living.

About the girl behind the words. Cruel are the words that elude our minds. It was always your way to disappear as I fell into a slumber,. In your wake lay wisps of smoke and I, beginning to wonder. Were you my fascinating reality or a terrible dream? Either way, I could never confine you within my realm. It was always with you I thought of taking flight,. But as morning came, you left with the night.

Dear Queen, please take us back. To the land of the Union Jack. And to end the sad story. Bear awakes in spring;. Grunts, sloughs off dreams of berries,. Her jeans are long blue. Flames blossoming to the blaze. Of a white spring blouse.