Beccy : Writing

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..
In praise of the beautiful bee.

In praise of the beautiful bee.

A Poem by Beccy


" a sonnet of sorts. "
Dear Father Christmas

Dear Father Christmas

A Poem by Beccy


For my friend and longtime mentor Ewain Roberts. bendithia chi.
I have been hurt, but not by love itelf

I have been hurt, but not by love itelf

A Poem by Beccy


The little mouse defies the owl,but only when a higher need,stands shoulder to the hunter's wingand makes hurt seem a welcome thing;when sustenance fr..
Accident of birth

Accident of birth

A Poem by Beccy


A little twist of fate,a wind blown seedborne on a transient zephyr breeze.Fair daffodil or dandelionit matters not,for both bear giftsthat glitter at..
Walking among flowers he found a weed.

Walking among flowers he found a weed.

A Poem by Beccy


you never what you might find if you look. :))
My mirror

My mirror

A Poem by Beccy


On reading; 'I am the only being whose doom,'by Emily Bronte.
Sunday Matins

Sunday Matins

A Poem by Beccy


It is early and dew still adorns,but next door someone is already playing music,the sound spreading, being shared,dissipating the haze of morning.But ..
Best friend

Best friend

A Poem by Beccy


It happens.