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

a poets playground

ever present dream

the ever-present dream
in sleep & wake
discovering
a mistake

a shake
of the head
clears nothing

the radio
plays
the same song
day & night

turn it off
and it plays
in the head
damn
nuisance
creating
an ache

that

splash

splash
bathe your mind
in
unfocused fusion
letting thoughts
drop
by
drop
flowing far from
your mind

controlling contemplations
realizing
there is
common ground
between
the left & right side
of the brain

repeating

goodbye

you said goodbye

i thought i would curl up
and die
like a withered leaf
hanging on till
a gust blew it
far from sight

i see daylight
in the distance
it is always a breath of hope
that i can cope
without you at my

the reward

a misty morn
a clinging dampness
the sun waiting to rise
nature remaining
at rest
where silence
dwells

open your mind
to all possibilities
risks are small
rewards are the smiles
you put on other’s faces

expose your heart

restoration

lost
in a warp of time

a zone unfamiliar
but so perfectly real

stolen from someone else’s path
wrapped up in a cloak of grey

the field beckoned
to be walked upon
to be laid on
whisking up memories

that tormented the heart
that clung to the brain

a poets notes