Taken from Susi Dent's Word of the Day -
‘Empleomania’
the desire to hold office or wield power, whatever the cost.
I shall say nothing else about the unfortunate Russians' overlord.
Taken from Susi Dent's Word of the Day -
‘Empleomania’
the desire to hold office or wield power, whatever the cost.
I shall say nothing else about the unfortunate Russians' overlord.
My mother wrote this poem in 1982, about two years before she divorced my father. She had been reading Christina Rosetti. I'm not saying it's the greatest poem ever, but it was hers.
The Incoming Tide by Pam Wilson 3.3.1982
The waves kiss the shore and hold it close
As I would thee, forever more
My world in a shell
Can be held in thy hand
As I stand beside thee, on the sand
Thine eyes are like stars
That shine on the sea
Bringing thee ever closer to me.
The moon in her glory
hangs in the sky
beckoning me down
I know not why
I bare my body and soul for thee.
My arms ache, my senses fail
My body yearns and in my ears
The sound of thy breathing, gears
My responses, more and yet more
Until the stars burs on this moonlit shore
And we come at last to rest in peace
Entwined in a love which will never cease.