by Phil Todd | Nov 1, 2023 | archive
It’s funny how when you retire Mondays are no longer so important. Why Tuesdays follow Mondays I’ll never really know But it’s better when it’s Wednesday For there’s not as far to go On Thursday I am doubting It will ever come By Friday...
by Phil Todd | Oct 25, 2023 | poem of the month
Washed Sand Who am I that stain the sand Whose every footprint mark this land For as my breath invites the day In idle thoughts I drift away I gaze behind to see my path As in real time the sea it laps But when at last in full retreat I search to find my footprints...
by Phil Todd | Oct 25, 2023 | archive
Who Am I A question from your Guardian Angel Who am I, what do you see A whisper of a promise That maybe I could be Its likely I’m a memory Of a day that’s passed you by Or that quiet little moment Upon the edge of time I rest right here before you For no where can I...
by Phil Todd | Oct 18, 2023 | archive
Here are two poems I wrote in 2014 White Lake I sat beside the white lake Where you and I first met Before we took on bodies And tumbled to regret Those moments that we cherished Were from another realm Where souls were free to wander And nothing else did dwell That...
by Phil Todd | Oct 11, 2023 | archive
Here is one of my favourite poem which I wrote after having a dream were I saw an Angel planting seeds into the ground. When I asked what he was doing he said I’m sowing new lives. SOWING LIFE HE KNEELS BEFORE A GARDEN THE ONE THAT HE MUST TEND HE CANNOT BE...
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