Hope and rebirth

This section is a sort of antidote to the Not Fun At All poems.

These are personal to me, and every so often I will re-read one or two them and feel a tear come to my eye. But you may have had similar moments; perhaps they can give you a fleeting sense that, actually, things aren’t so bad. That would be lovely.

Being sociable

Weather vain

Shadows

Hidden inside

Dream and dreamer

Sonnet – Sieve head

Anthropophobia

No regrets