I wrote this after the last one, in my writing space, hence the title, I must admit, since meeting someone new my poems might at last be coming out of the shadows of darkness and loss. Thank you Sparks


My Writing Space

My writing space
Is a place that is at peace
Tranquil and harmony
Where wonders never cease

The colours in the beds
The birds in the trees
Sing a beautiful rhapsody
That floats gentle on the breeze

Never an angry storm cloud
Or rain drop needs to fall
As in my special place
My mind has it all

Colours I’ve never seen before
Shades are hidden in plain sight
Seeming hard to fade
With the coming of the night






copyright©2026Peter Williams




Poetry by peter williams
Written on 2026-07-08 at 09:41

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