My name is Kenroy Freckleton and this is a place for my poetry. Your feedback is not mandatory nor is it necessary but it is still appreciated. The sole purpose of this page is to continue to pursue my writing hobby. Some of the poems that will be posted to this particular page will also be available on other platforms.
A change of scenery in the morning
resulted in a new perspective
a humming vent is still
persistent as the echo is amplified
Beauty is a rare occurrence in
such a place. A late evening voice,
turned a sullen face into a beam
such brief moments come
and go in the wind.
Momentary distractions fade
and the regularly scheduled charade
ensue, freedom is literally
at my fingertips and even the
distant banter will eventually
run its course.
The silhouette of a bird on the
window sill is paired with chirping.
The radiant morning
sun is impairing to the vision as
the days crawl toward the edge of dusk.
Provisional blindness sharpens the
other senses and regrets fade
as nostalgia enhances the mood.
Warmth is forever enduring
even where there is metal.
The days fade and the obscurity
of the night is in a race against time
while in search of substance as
a cycle travels in a
circle only to meet its sudden demise.
The sky is a multi-layered shroud.
Thick blankets of gray, slowly
drift in the wind as the faint light
of a late morning searches for a
place to make its presence known.
I can see the barren lifelessness
surrounding as my eyes peek
through a tiny hole in the window.
Faucets still run in the background
and they help to occupy the silence.
Yet, I find everything beyond
the gates, enchanting as I daydream
about what it is like for birds of
prey on days when there
is a variable wind.
A change of scenery in the morning resulted in a new perspective a humming vent is still persistent as the echo is amplified Beauty is a rar...