Her soul was tarnished Soft touch and anxiety Waif in teardrop dreams Placing ever in distilled Life promised to his longing. © Phen Weston 2018
Ten thousand words sit parched on my lips, my lost love. Benevolent dreams, and how I wish your eyes sung songs of yesterday once more.
Crimson falls among Jasmines, insensate daughter of human disgrace, face of odium, who's heart now lay in garnets embrace. ********************** For 14 year old Yasmin Rashad al-Zarou, a victim of Murder.
The holocaust came to Palestine and we just watched like a movie, did we expect Neeson's list to save the day once again?
I hold her gaze as her thoughts wander- nude within- moving so little we'd come so far- abandoned- limited- to face our fear- Poem © Phen Weston 2015
Hello beautiful World, How are you all today? Hopefully enjoying the beautiful gift of life we have all been given? So, today I have a big announcement! The completion and publication of my second book, titled ‘The Silent Balance’. This book is the collected works of my Waka poetry over the last year. It contains... Continue Reading →
I grieve over dreams that lost their way between us, storms that wash away, when the pain remains within, renewed inside each shadow. Poem © Phen Weston 2015