Monthly Archives: July 2015

There, I sat…

One Saturday afternoon As the radio played It left a melody In my head…memories A pocketful of fears In the corner of my heart A file of tears swelling in my eyes There, I sat… Thatcher Doran Advertisements

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Not Permanent!

To sit, sip In the cafe Quietly watch See the parade The look, a glare The nuance, a stare The shape, an attitude The style, a fashion A mode in transition So… not permanent! Thatcher Doran

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However, Brief…

I humbly suggest We human beings Are preoccupied By things Just out of reach However, brief… Thatcher Doran

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End of Day

The day slowly draws To a halt Ambiguous to say The least I could spend another hour speculating as to what it Meant! Gulls cry “freedom” Their echoes penetrate The now empty building Just before The six o’clock bell Rings … Continue reading

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In a Simpler Way

The skin looks dry Slightly loose No longer tight Nor supple smooth Years have added That virus…decay Each day To face and limb An extra wrinkle Or to explain it In a simpler way An ageing face Is a map … Continue reading

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An Extra Finger

A pen sits in the hand As an extra finger Twitching… An impatient gesture Waiting for a sign To write…release The aching mind! Thatcher Doran

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On a City Quay

A constant drizzle Hits a pavement Wet… A hanging sky Just waits A city’s quay hides A menacing face As darkness gathers before a silent moon The stranger sees anger In a contorted shape The grey-headed man Is a bullied … Continue reading

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Crossing the Street

Silent feet At the end of Dawson Street Muted by wind Stop or go… Colour dictates Red or Green Young or old… Age dictates Fast or slow Smiles or frowns… Mood dictates A view A fragment A thousand stories Walk … Continue reading

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A Vague Echo

Before sleep crept Upon the bed Moments before I surrender To the dark Words whispered in my ear Take up the pen…write Listen to the echo Inside the head Note its currency A subtle undertone The last message Of the … Continue reading

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Words…Who gives a…

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

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