Life Trove

Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.   Christopher Fry Sometimes, when feeling inspired, I write a poem. Below are ...

  I Am I am unremitting joy. I am utter despair. I am languid peace. I am chaotic turmoil. I am abundant generosity. I am insatiable greed. ...

By being a tranquil space for the waves that flow into and out of our lives, we learn to ride them with a beautiful grace; even the mighty w...

Cotapaxi Reserve, Ecuador, 2006 Horses in the Mist Galloping wild and free, through tendrils of morning mist, with mud spattering...

Kruger 2012 Footprints Through the loving ways that people connect; laughter between friends, a couple holding hands, ...

With my beloved Grandfather, 1976 How to capture a moment? How to capture a moment in a word? A feeling in a verse? This moment has...

Red Sea, Egypt, 2004 The Blue Hole From the hot and stifling desert air and hungry currents that ebb and whirl From the bli...

Torres del Paine, 2006 Effortless I am water gurgling over rocks, tumbling along. I am an eagle floating on the wind, lettin...

Little boy  Little stick arms pumped to the sky Little thin legs lifting high Little eyes fixed in a hungry stare Little pink feet d...

The Child Blonde kid on a beach Holding Mummy's sandal in my little hand Mouth in an unrestrained smile of glee Hat on head, fe...

Oludeniz,  Turkey  1997 Reflections From A Deck Chair I gaze into the sky below stuck to the ceiling of the world by an invisible fo...

Ally, 1993 You are ... You are the the twinkle in my eye The smile on my lips The happiness I feel And the song I sing Yo...

Paradise Island, 1996 If I was a bird If I was a bird and so were you… I’d kiss you with the gentle pecks of a parrot I’d dive down...

The Idea Fresh and pure, glistening wet from the birth canal of the creative mind, it stands unabashed in the stillness of unevaluate...

Here is some "poetry" I was inspired to write in 1997 when I was backpacking around SW England. Little Dartmouth The river estua...

Not all my poetry is optimistic. With bipolar , I have also experienced some extreme lows. Here is some  sadder poetry .