Thank you for visiting my poetry page. I’m so honoured to have you here!

Where I live, off-grid in the mountains of Southern Spain, is often a huge source of my inspiration.

I also express my hurt with my words. Sometimes, the hurt isn’t regular or constant. Sometimes, it’s a peaking feeling. This outlet moves it out of my consciousness, sometimes even out of my unconsciousness.

My mental health has improved and maintains a more level trajectory, thanks to this space. I recommend you try it for yourself.

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Excellent descriptive words

@connorlynchpoetry on ig

The Lament of the Gifted Child

This status appears to be doing the rounds on Facebook once more. The message is wonderful and so important. I would add a further sentence.

A person that loses a partner is called a widow. A child that loses a parent is called an orphan. But there is no word to describe a parent that loses a child, because that is a loss like no other. Think of someone you know or love who’s lost a child & take a few minutes to remember and honour them.

Phenomenal. Surely you’re either a direct descendant of the peerless naturalist poet William Cullen Bryant, or you are actually he himself reincarnated! Unbelievably, heartstoppingly beautiful poem, my friend! Sublimely spiritual! My goodness . . . Encore!!! Please!!!

@mysticshadowman on ig

The perfumed air is sweet to breathe
You can’t get enough of it inside yourself.
In town, the bitter orange flowers
Provide the same power
Mixed with vehicle fumes
Up here, on the mountain,
The horse brushes wild herbs
Releasing aromatic scents.
The perfect combination
That Chanel cannot reproduce.

Wow, you’ve incredibly weaved your words to present your emotions.

@onmymind.us on in