True Grit

Totem fit for a Temple, Stone Steadfast. Set with a snarl that could cleave Oak. Teeth a crenellated fortress. Yet so fluid. Rippling features. The nose? A whale’s tail, Slamming down between Octopus and swirling ocean current. Bathed in Sunset stained horizon’s light, As if atop a Viking prow. Or Inca guardian? Perhaps all of … More True Grit


Just so, you are to me. When far away, always present. A murmur in my ear. Drawing me to you. A bright spirit, turning my attention all magpie. When close, a beautiful cacophony. All else drowned out. My soul throws itself in to you like a young otter, All joy play elemental. And yes, you … More Heightened

Shadow Of Darkness

An undisturbed surface. Pupil-black and convex, this barely contained pool. Hanging high, as if to catch dreams- Or desires. Possibilities, all swept in to an Oryx maelstrom. Rising to the surface and reflecting… In the eye of the beholder.   © Tom Tide 2017  


A curious thing this writing: Two years of words, all penned out, Four Hundred posts, shared online.   © Tom Tide 2017  


Wound tight around my pulse: Feeling my heart quicken with desire sparked- Woven with memories, dyed indelibly.   © Tom Tide 2017    


The last apple falls anon: Does it sense its brief, swift demise? Or feel naught but gravity?   © Tom Tide 2017