Beccy : Writing

After you were mine

After you were mine

A Poem by Beccy


how quickly the years have gone
First love.

First love.

A Poem by Beccy


I saw you in the high street today.A fleeting glimpse, little more than a reflection in a shop window;a momentary flicker frameof recognition, followe..
Remembering

Remembering

A Poem by Beccy


for my Grandma, who passed away fifteen years ago this month. She is always in my heart and mind.
There are still such things as dreams

There are still such things as dreams

A Poem by Beccy


There became an overstepping of the mark,a thinning of the gulf between us and the brutes.It lies in the past, but disfigures the future;and though he..
On reflection.

On reflection.

A Poem by Beccy


Just a bit of fun.
Looking at symbols

Looking at symbols

A Poem by Beccy


The trouble with symbolsis that they are a necessary evil;and there are so many now,thirty one million, two hundredand sixty eight at last count, (sic..
The new estate

The new estate

A Poem by Beccy


The bricks pile,angled in certain shadows;whilst instark contrasted trees,crows squabble,vying for what little spaceremains, as pale twilightsearches ..
Perspective

Perspective

A Poem by Beccy


A different thought stream and perspective to my poem 'Animate objects.'
Giving

Giving

A Poem by Beccy


Every day in the park,he shared.Scattered crumbs,the happy chirrupingof his fellow party goersa symphony to his ears;whilst at his feet, leaves swirle..
Animate objects

Animate objects

A Poem by Beccy


Even filing cabinets have feelings,so too the carpet trod carelesslyunderfoot; the purse or wallet thatknows your PIN, but never tells.It's why childr..

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