Three [Memory] Circles… And The Moon Waning Gibbous

by Paul Tristram / October 9th, 2022

[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
‘Succour’
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.

This article was posted on Sunday, October 9th, 2022 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.