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Saints Rest

Saints Rest

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


It was a stilly night, with darkness investing itself so heavily into every corner of my hometown, that it held the majority share of its streets and ..
Echo

Echo

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


Listen, Listen, There it is, There it is, There’s an echo, There’s an echo, Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Hello, Hel..
Grounded

Grounded

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


The ink that was scraped all over the paper, left only squiggles the colour of damsons, my favourite fruit that’s made into jam, and ri..
Dreaming Of Dirt

Dreaming Of Dirt

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


Breadcrumbs led me here this morning, I was lucky for the early birds we’re catching worms, Whilst they lay in their beds, dr..
Seize the day

Seize the day

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


Earlier, before I began it was later than I thought time you see had run too quickly to be caught so I’ll have to move myself and get a f..
For All The Night Owls

For All The Night Owls

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


I stole by guards at midnight’s gate into the early hours, tip toeing through a maze of doors, passages and towers, along a crooked hallway..
The teachings of a tortoise

The teachings of a tortoise

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


If I, consumed by worry, Simply wave my life away, being always in a hurry, haring, dashing through each day never ever blue sky pondering, ful..
My love and me.

My love and me.

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


Ivy- evergreen, still wraps around the bough, the bough still grows from the tree; the tree is still rooted deep in the ground, where we stood..
LII

LII

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


Yesterday passed me by like a canal barge in a bathtub and left me with the knowledge that I’ll be mopping up for days. I don’t thi..
Fall

Fall

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


There is a breeze through the trees that whispers “September” reminding the leaves it soon will be time; they sigh with regret that s..
Morsels

Morsels

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


I asked a sparrow, “what are you pecking for?” she said, “morsels.” I asked a beggar, “what are you begging for?&r..
A thought for Thursday morning.

A thought for Thursday morning.

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


Early mornings are like an untouched blanket of snow, for when I rise before the dawn, I can feel my footsteps crunch into a freshly fallen day. ..
The Haunted Picture Frame

The Haunted Picture Frame

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


A little something for Halloween/Samhain 🎃👻🎃
It is now

It is now

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


Do not pursue the past. Do not lose yourself in the future. Looking deeply at life as it is in the very here and now, the practitioner dwells in stabi..
Ten rounds with darkness

Ten rounds with darkness

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


A stutter of traffic noise and the day’s begun, like a left jab from Muhammad Ali, There’s no sitting ringside no waiting around, ..
April 8th 2023

April 8th 2023

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths


Today I saw a butterfly, She helped me fly away, I had no words to utter why? there were no words to say. She flew up to the majesty, ..

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