Friday Poems

Ships that pass in the night once more.

Why do we watch the news?

A tribute to a good doctor and a good friend.

Next month the processionària will return to the woods in Mallorca, These long lines of caterpillars come down from the pines and look for a safe place to spend the summer.

Don’t let it flow away! You’ll regret it. Grab it, and write it down!

Empty Spain. They call it ‘La España vaciada’. It is the huge expanse of country where the young people and their children have gone, and a few old people are left. They are the last villagers.

One of the most important things we can achieve is to be able to distinguish between what is worthwhile and what is not.

When winter comes, can spring be far behind? Shelley ‘Ode to the West Wind’

Hate lives on but, then again, so does love.

Few of us are lending a helping hand.