Ishaisms, Poetry

Will o’ th’ Wisp

It’s nearly dusk, the white mists rise, like foam above the waters, and I cannot lie - for the life of me, I’m scared and I could swear I see the strange pale light. I fight to see through the blur and misty skies, I cannot trust the mind nor sight. Yet out there it… Continue reading Will o’ th’ Wisp

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Ishaisms, Poetry

Sighs

Evening settles in, curtains drawn on charades of everyday nothingness blue specks of sky fade away the wind bows down to the earth slight raindrops play sonatas on roofs of tin. Inspired, I unpack my guitar case and strum it in the silences of my solitude, (a habit, a choice) you don't deserve my music,… Continue reading Sighs

Ishaisms, Poetry

Unbecoming and Becoming

I'm tied - a lost, anchored boat, storm tossed in an abandoned land - with the water sizzling up in a flame, a fiery chalice, burning roped bridges, wreaking red and orange havoc that smoulders, crackles and drops, as the lone soul runs for dear life and the gasping bridge burns close behind... Save me,… Continue reading Unbecoming and Becoming