by Phil Todd | Nov 25, 2025 | poem of the month
My Reincarnation These cobweb places in my mind That lies so quiet and unattended Where magic thoughts go unspoken Rocking aimlessly within my soul Awaiting the clarion call They do not fret in forgetfulness Or tremble in negativity They are my buried self Ignited...
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...
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