Beccy : Writing

Learning

Learning

A Poem by Beccy


The first time you rode in my carthe journey was hard.Corners had to be cutand neither of us couldadjust to the fur lined brakes. ~Time ..
Best friend

Best friend

A Poem by Beccy


It happens.
Brock

Brock

A Poem by Beccy


It was a mile or more I came to walkon that small and winding track,'til the tree line closed out all aroundand there was no turning back.Such silence..
A note of encouragement to fellow poets

A note of encouragement to fellow poets

A Poem by Beccy


I am not a great advocate of labels,my thought processes being more akinto the disinterest shown by cansof good value baked beans,to the cost of desig..
Black cat.

Black cat.

A Poem by Beccy


He stalks as though it were the veld,claws unsheathed, yet lightly held;hugs the ground, then still unseen,he pounces, and I hear the scream,the takin..
Commuting

Commuting

A Poem by Beccy


It starts earlier than you imagine.
In Soho

In Soho

A Poem by Beccy


It is raining tonight,street lights capture shadowsdark as the night itself.There is sound, the clatterof high heels tip tappingto the beat of illicit..
Sic transit gloria hominis

Sic transit gloria hominis

A Poem by Beccy


I wrote this in the mind's eyewhilst driving in my car,so small beneath the paling sunthat seemed so very far;and as the wheels kept spinningfrom begi..
The conundrum of poetry versus passivity

The conundrum of poetry versus passivity

A Poem by Beccy


I am lost to the rhythm of the tides,beached trinkets from shipwrecks;the accidental discovery that our world had no sharp edges.I am bound by moonlig..

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