Ishaisms, Poetry

Winter

Come now,Embrace the windBrave it, you know howShed your leaves, you have beforeHave let me down like your very boughs Let me curl up like brown, crushed leavesLet me lay down my burdens and die too.Promise me a fresh start, when the season's doneWhen bells begin to ring and Spring's dawnalights upon the hallowed groundMy… Continue reading Winter

Ishaisms, Poetry

The house of the dead

I packed a bag and went to the house of the dead to waitThere were ailing men and womenand people on their death bedssome were being put to restIt was all naturalin the house of the dead.I was the youngest in the house of the deadEveryone thought it curious, and some saidthere's much to live… Continue reading The house of the dead

Ishaisms, Reflections

Absolutely random post but if you are the kind of reader I think you are, you’ll get the message…

Disclaimer - Dear reader, no brain cell was exploited in the thinking and writing of this post. Any resemblance to the kind of posts that you may have come to expect from Ishaisms is purely impossible, (although mild and poor attempts have been made at it at the introduction and conclusion). However, if you'd like… Continue reading Absolutely random post but if you are the kind of reader I think you are, you’ll get the message…

Ishaisms, Poetry

All good things to those who…

You love the sunny weather, but the heat is too strong yet you can't complain - at least, the rain has stopped browning leaves have retained colour and moisture kisses the ground as you wait for your prayers to be answered chained by the fear that they won't... You fight against the barricades that restrain… Continue reading All good things to those who…