Stuart Miller-Osborne

The elephants are yellow today Tomorrow they will be red And will remain so Until I agree to a change I am the muse of her violets

There is nothing colder than sugar She said to me As we passed slowly through Christ’s Church I was by then nearing my destination But knew that she had already arrived     12/10/19

In the distance a Ferris Wheel Was travelling towards infinity It was carrying no passengers Together we shared tales of the sea I was in love with its geometry

I celebrated my birthday last week And was given a Van Gogh mug The painting contained 6440 Separate brush strokes Which I counted each day Whilst enjoying breakfast

What is eternity If we are not together In this silent grave The river of life passes by As our ashes slowly mingle Without breath       Dedicated to my parents

I am ready to return to you And have booked my passage On the morning train Wait for me in our special room My train leaves in five minutes I have purchased some beautiful roses For you from a platform vendor We will place them in front Of the small window         […]

This is our first visit to the city And we have so many things to do Coffee Shower Breakfast But not necessarily in that order

Like the wooden toy Of the blue boy I am the last grenade Thrown during an unfaithful war I am trapped in a beam of light And will not sleep    

The book arrived in the morning post inside was a slip of paper from the sender Teddy If you already have this then I will change it with ease Andrea Teddy soon found out that the book contained sonnets and verse by H Belloc a poet he greatly admired He scribbled a note to Andrea […]

The days are short This is a good opening line although rather predictable I might write God in my Hell All is Well Because of the rhyme Or I could call this poem Blind Z OR USE SIX DOTS IN BATCHES OF THREE … …