She Moves Like Woven Silken Strands
written by: Rick Howe
She moves like woven silken strands
Hair catching air, and in her grace
Becomes that which shall stand as art
Forever in this time and place
She captures me and pins me there
The imperfections within her face
So utterly paralyse my thoughts
Whilst vital rhythms gain in pace
And then as fleeting as a sleeping hope
She passes by and out of my life
Without her ever having known
The devastation she wrought on me
She was the elemental force
That decimated my island
Of this spring of words she was the source
And now she has gone, I’m silenced
Working from the centre and radiating outwards, Rick's poetry touches on many themes, depression, nature, greed, despair, wry humour and hope.
He hopes to reach as many souls as he can with his work, and maybe bring a little warmth to lives with shared experiences.
He hopes to reach as many souls as he can with his work, and maybe bring a little warmth to lives with shared experiences.
Latest posts by Rick Howe (see all)
- She Moves Like Woven Silken Strands - July 25, 2018
- Rose - July 5, 2018
- Street Apple - June 15, 2018
