Monthly Archives: August 2014

In Vibrant Colours

On a train, journeying on the first day of the last week of August I see the rape fields have Gone…. that sea of Yellow Vanished the earth turned upside down…. brown cleaned and leveled scraped, left almost new Summer’s … Continue reading

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It’s Time to Get Up

The morning started while I was still asleep A courtesy…. no doubt while under the eyelids I am making plans items I will change another breakfast with Satie then a walk before the rain although the rain has always being … Continue reading

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Here and Now

To sit in silence with just the echo of the room…..shift the faint sound of nature through the patio glass birds and things To turn on Satie…. confirms the melancholy of solitude this enigma reflected in the morning sky the … Continue reading

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Full Stop.

train is struck full stop. with no intention of pulling out just sits! at platform two like a spare…. oh good, here’s the announcement first the apology…… then, gibberish the missing syllables have other business a four year old is … Continue reading

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Thistle and Flower

Memory…. an echo of Time that shadow of place and the melancholy of distance fades with each day of living an ambiguity of space then, the uncertainty of age all in the sphere of the unknown Constant….. the past slowly … Continue reading

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A Momentary Glimpse

in the secret garden another circle turning it’s late spring, again the seasons lean fold upon themselves like absent-minded friends one to four…. in spite of everything youth will turn grey…. then old such is Time’s slide of hand though … Continue reading

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Taking Notes….

I’m in the cafe, again taking notes Its Thursday, for some payday mid-afternoon the cafe is busy the man in the hand painted shirt marbles his words then spits them out like red hot coals each one fused then a … Continue reading

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A Label, a Name

Have you noticed? parents are looking younger! Being cool…. A label, a brand how are you doing, buddy? you can call him bud he won’t mind, he’s cool but, I’m a dinosaur…. I prefer mate!   Thatcher Doran  

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Watching Summer Showers

summer showers with thunder force nature’s pain… shouts moody clouds across innocent skies now…. sinister grey then the noise…. a million blunted nails hits the earth turning clay moist soon the aftermath…. patches of blue….survive sun peeps through blackbirds hoe … Continue reading

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A Time of Flowers

flowers of time surround the frost bitten urn roses, white and red incline their heads carnations and lilies profusely scented this once perfect urn timeless….. how time and weather those vengeful elements have shown their scorn scars exposed…. yet, like … Continue reading

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