Three [Memory] Circles… And The Moon Waning Gibbous

[Halted] ‘Dispensation’
… unasked for
[and Selfless] ‘Caring’
gave to me
‘Safe Footholds’
upon my Climb…
yet, ‘Meanness’
and ‘Ingratitude’
[From the ‘Unhealed’]
gifted me a
‘Higher Perspective’.
The word ‘Profound’
is a Branch Line
… Train Station…
of the [Chaotic] Mind
… where the Universe
places you, sometimes,
to Ponder… Alone.
The word ‘Intuition’
… is an arCHed Bow
of [Spiritual] Wisdom.
Whilst, the word
tastes/reeks of Defeat
… and Encourages
you to find ‘Courage’
in amongst those
‘God Given Bones’
you were… Born With.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.