Poetry

"...he seeks deep thought conversations..."

"...As the day turns to night, and night to day..."

"...these sweet bird sounds lost --..."

"...The tides recede far away, further..."

"...Is your Christmas heart stirred?.."

"...I knew then nothing would ever be the same..."

"...Please beautiful bottom: he pleaded for mercy..."

"...this morning was a different matter entirely..."

"...the image as that of the muse he so longed for..."

"...the most beautiful things can come from darkness..."

"...From left to right words bring to light..."

"...In heaven where everyone is the stars..."

"I thought I was in love..."

Haiku by Jharna Sanyal...

"...you're on your own after a score..."

"...Shards of windowpanes catch quick and flickering light...

"...Distant beginning Approaching end..."

"...I write To add beauty to the world..."

"...The moonlight over Montreal is a restful sight..."

"...she will not rise until noon..."

"...a violation of rights, an exhibition..."

"...Goodbye to the rows of dead metal desks..."

Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate and ex-civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

"...foolishly attempt to harness nature's unbridled energy..."

"...looking tough, like they were hot rod racers..."

"...Trying to put the bones together..."

"...forgiving yourself for each hurt you've carried..."

"...Trying to avoid people..."

"...why dreams unearth truth in sepia...

"...the wave that washes The shore of all its memories..."