Monthly Archives: May 2015

Inkless Print

at times I am overwhelmed by the echoes of forgotten lives the narrative of lost shadows words that lie silent in dusted books ridiculed in inkless print by eyes that cannot see by hearts…cold by time and distance the gap…the … Continue reading

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Except for the Day’s Ghost

The best time of the day Is the train journey To the city Is the moment the building Empties And regains its integrity Is the scene from the third flor Window View uninterrupted….. A sky boundless Hosting an unhindered timeline … Continue reading

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An Ambience of Apprehension

the West is moving East morning sun has gone did its bit now, waiting for the rain to come cafe staff rounding up the empty chairs about to close a sky swelling up with ominous clouds pregnant with mysterious words … Continue reading

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Pandora’s Box

Human nature is a Paradox It needs change Like a blind man Wants to see Pandora’s box Has always been open…..   Thatcher Doran

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Hiatus in the Day

On afternoons such as these there is an ambience a mood of timelessness where Death and Fate have found to their surprise… so subtly they embrace the¬†shores of Amnesia…..   Thatcher Doran

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To Bridge the Afternoon

I missed the train….. my timetable out of date the guts of two hours to wait the caf√© beckons do I go or do I stay? tick, tick the seconds click too much time to think a cappuccino and a … Continue reading

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Or Simply Sit…..

I could sit here Forget the afternoon Crunch gravel under Foot Listen to the waterfall Or sit… Nod farewell to the forced Elongated lunch hour Smile at youth taking A shortcut Through the trees Or sit… Ignore Time Avoid its … Continue reading

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Rochester’s Debt

Tentacles of life arms of love hands of pleasure grow like trees through the early years with singular attitude while unbeknown the others….. those blessed and profaned in cameo or in shadow will count the cost then ask, “is there … Continue reading

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About a Day in April

What words best describe a path through life the face behind the mask words that will not dry too dry….. but lie gentle on the page like a star at night a picture painted to tell a story…fragments just fragments … Continue reading

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In the Cradle of an Evening

Returning by train only one stop in-between at the end of a pleasant april day holding a gentle breeze in the cradle of an evening a mood weaving a bewitching spell brewing a consciousness larger than the singularity of a … Continue reading

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