Everything Flows poem by Paul John Roach
EVERYTHING FLOWS by Paul John Roach Everything flowsLight, rock, water and treeThe trash in the canAnd you and me.Never supposeWe are anything less than free.
EVERYTHING FLOWS by Paul John Roach Everything flowsLight, rock, water and treeThe trash in the canAnd you and me.Never supposeWe are anything less than free.
COURAGE Concerning the recent attack on Leonid Volkov, a close ally of Alexei Navalny Out of an ostensibly ordinary day They came at him With hammers and tear gas, Working silently Like professional killers, But this time only to scare And intimidate, Banging his face and legs Into shock And blunted defiance. At any time […]
Owl Monologue by Paul John Roach “It’s good to be nothing,” Said the owl in the windless night. “Only you know my meaning, mouse, Skittering in the apparent darkness. Nothing is everything That’s what they say, The wise, like me. I perceive And I am successful. It’s the power of positive thinking But with a […]
This is a poem I wrote about the Romans in Wales. I dedicated it to Emperor Magnus Maximus (Macsen Wledig in Welsh) who was based in Britain and features in the ancient book of Welsh myth The Mabinogion where he falls in love with the beautiful maiden Helen. The Romans in Wales By Paul […]
Whatever It Is By Paul John Roach I am a guest In varied landscapes. I pass the time In days or decades. I am attached To a line in the sand. I look for confirmation In dream. I laugh conditionally As I search for joy. When it’s over How could I help myself? I am […]