For Someone Special

Every now and again I decide that I should be some sort of abstract modern artist with poetry as my medium. Just like you see the splashes and tears on a page in the Tate Modern which are supposedly better than any non “artist” could do, so you also see words thrown onto a page, AKA poetry. So here is one of mine…love, laugh or hate it, if it makes you feel anything at all then I’ll be happy! x

I couldn’t imagine,
Not even begin to see…
Determined old me.
One and alone,
Proving it all
Wrong again

 

There you stood,
Here you stand,
Ruling my land.
My prop, my anchor,
Found again,
Thank you.