Monthly Archives: June 2015

Heal the Cut…

They say Time heals The rift between Now and Then Between memory And loss Or is it, that pain Grows dull While memory chooses To momentarily forget Heal the cut but, its a wound Nevertheless… Thatcher Doran

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Words, Who Gives A…

Words… Soundings… Bullshit or truth In anger or jest In pain or comfort Echo or deceit A purpose… An agenda… A face behind the mask A face in front of the camera A mouthpiece Who speaks? Who listens? Who spoke … Continue reading

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Mysterious Moon

Before evening twilight As day fades A half moon stares Half face Half mask What she sees She keeps In the craters Of her memory As day fades Before evening twilight Invades… Thatcher Doran

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Shaking Hands with Something New…

Sounds of an aeroplane Old-fashioned Like a Norton circa 1950’s Sound of voices Words parade through the garden An old house…circa 1700’s Still stands in a new century Modern sculpture in the tamed Wilderness A signpost in a meadow Time … Continue reading

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The Ordinary…

from the cafe chair I stare looking at the comings and goings of the ordinary people who want to be somebody… to be famous or rich to be googled and envied the ordinary… who do extraordinary things who want to … Continue reading

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Between the Showers

on a June afternoon sipping ┬átea alone in the old basement scullery gone… now bright painted off white outside the traffic rumbles unseasonal wind grumbles leaving the city street forlorn while between the sips shadows gather dance across the room … Continue reading

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Day after Day

Its June… an empty sky …except for blue the colour of childhood innocence… and everything new days of summer perfume of roses and carnations of freshly cut greens alongside football played on the street goals scored between lamppost and railings … Continue reading

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An Evening Holding its Breath

Journeying home At the tail end of a day Whitewashed With doubt and lies Even the sun had gone Inside Left a shadow in its stead The train will stop at every Station Slowly working its way Pass the corrugated … Continue reading

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