Gwynneth Green poet and lyricist extraordinaire, her poetry and lyrical background are gifts from her grandfather, Bud Green

a poets playground

her own prison

no one
held the key
no one
had locked the door

she felt helpless
powerless
vulnerable
bolted within
the walls

imaginary barriers
built over years

unable to undress
the obstacles
while feigning happiness
in a psychologist session

disgruntled content
unable to process

i want to be heard

i want to be heard
without interruption

do not
try
to stop my flow
i finally feel free
to let go
of all
the demons
that haunt my mind
of all the anxieties
that cause
sleepless nights
of all
the ties

hunters’ moon

markswomen
huntsmen
this the moon
of Orion

prepare
for
the warriors’ watch

prepare for
the bend
the arc
the curvature
of your bows
your quivers hold
an arsenal

track
this eve
under the hunters’

she spoke

she spoke
in the answers
of questions
never asked

she spoke
with wisdom
she claimed
was not
her own

she spoke
of love
in letters
never opened

she spoke
with never
revealing

learning that
waiting
………… waiting
…………………….. waiting

BG

loving Monday

you could not wait
for Monday to end

i just started the day
with a vision
of bliss

you could not wait
for Monday to end

i had plans
i had a list
to keep me on task
i had direction
for fulfillment

yet
you could

this woman

she
lost in thought

her goal
merely
a daydream away
remaining true
to her vision
future focusing

while
trivial frustrations
slip through fingertips

no longer grasping at straws
solutions
spinning in her head
waiting patiently
to reveal
the scheme

there

a poets notes

Spirited Reflections

Friends

My new e-book is now available.

“The following pages contain wondrous delights brought about by a heartfelt and mystical collaboration between the artist Danielle Wright and the poetess Gwynneth Green.  As you go forward into this lovely book, consider the ancient force of creativity and its many manifestations through the mediums of art and